I actually wanted to go to the Spellcasting Department. But after a failed initiation, they sent me to magical driving lessons. If you’ve ever learned to drive any kind of vehicle—or if you’re doing it now—you’ll understand my worries perfectly. And then comes forced marriage, followed by the need to unravel intrigues. After all, we don’t have one rector—there are three candidates for the position, and I’ll have to deal with each of them. And with someone, very closely…