Professor Augustus Theopolitan Bobang was not used to this. His swarthy features and generous jowls hadn’t looked drawn and wan from overwork since he was an upcoming quasi-magus. Arguably, as he didn’t possess the generous jowls in those days, not even then. He didn’t like it, it didn’t suit him. He was the sort of man who generally appeared to be in rude if slightly corpulent health, but this circle was causing him inordinate difficulty. It was okay for Bertrand, he was of a far more crumpled disposition, given to burning the candle at both ends and sometimes in the middle as well. His face was often pale and folded, his eyes had natural shadows underneath of them. Even his hair, which was a fly-away sprawl, was suitable for someone so dog-tired. Bobang’s coiffure, on the other hand, rel
