Everyone was celebrating in good form that evening. Mr Ratcliffe allowed them to deck the school hall out with fairy lights and a large banner reading Congratulations from the rafters.
“By rights, it ought to say “Well Done, Team,” or something,” Meg pointed out. “But it’ll do since we couldn’t find anything else at the last minute.”
As good as his word, Mr Ratcliffe also provided alcohol but limited them all to only two coupons each. It was fair enough, thought Belle; this was a school after all, and none of them wanted its reputation to be sullied by wild drunken rampages on...
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