***Austin***
It is four o'clock in the morning when Ollie finally returns to our room.
"How are you doing?" I ask into the darkness.
"Well, no matter how many times people tell you what to expect..." he begins before making a shocked expression. I chuckle.
"Yeah, it's intense, right?" I agree. He nods strongly.
"Yeah. Now I just feel utterly exhausted, Artemis went toally wild," he sighs.
"Well, rest up. I know you didn't want to do much today but I'll be taking you down to the pub later for a legal whiskey."
"Sounds good," Ollie yawns, turning over and snoring immediately.
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***Ella***
It is just after breakfast on Saturday and I am sat cross legged on the newly cleaned flagstones of the greenhouse, staring silently at the seven trunked Wisteria tree that towered up to the c
