Don't go to the circus.

You awake Sep?" Beetle's whisper came from the other side of the teepee."No. I always sleep sitting up.""Really?""Of course I'm awake Beetle. You awake too?""Nah. Fast asleep.

Like an apologetic banana

I mean, what is the point of being a damsel in distress if your knight goes off and just does his own thing?

A bit late, but you know what they say."Beetle hazarded a guess. "You're late? What time do you call this? Where on earth have you been?"Silas looked baffled. "No. Better late than never."Beetle watched Silas Heap head across the Great Hall toward the Sealed lobby and heard one of the guard Wizards demand, "Silas Heap, where on earth have you been?

There aren't any footprints to follow," said Septimus. "That's why I'm going last. To scruffle them.""To what?" asked Beetle and Jenna."Technical term.""Scruffle--a technical term?