Lady Shaw exchanged a glance that GoodFellow took for his cue. The boys moved closer occupying Charlotte’s attention and the space that he had recently occupied. It was the conclusion of his part of the training.<br/><br/>Lady Shaw’s announce for teachers to collect their new students had GoodFellow tucked back nicely into his shorts and moving slowly back towards the exit.<br/><br/>GoodFellow turned his attention fully to his delightful Astrid as he scanned the crowd dissolving in murmured groups of twos and threes. He searched for that one teacher. His eyes shifting from face to face determined to find Miss Rogers.<br/><br/>Finding her he felt certain he would find his new pupil. There would be a report of course. He would be very disappointed if Astrid was not among the rebel leaders instigating the Great Escape. He found himself grinning cheerfully in anticipation as he moved thru the crowd.<br/><br/>“Miss Rogers!” GoodFellow called.