Everyone slowly moved across the hall, hoping that someone in the group knew what the heck direction widdershins was. Amy froze as he issued another command.
“Not you, Miss Pinkbat. I want to have a word with you in private, so stand by my chair and wait.”
Amy now watched a group of very badly dressed teenage transvestites start running and then slowing down as the ones in the front decreased their speed so as not to lead, and the ones at the back sped up. It would have been very difficult under normal circumstances, but in long nightdresses and extra large cloaks, it was almost impossible.
Muris jogged along with them and shouted for them to speed up as it was more of a maelstrom than a race due to the way everyone wanted to be in the middle.
At one point a boy tripped and discovered
