"Oh, yeah, it's..." Janet waves an airy hand. This causes one of her toy soldiers to pitch onto its side; whoops. "Brakebills South. It's a satellite campus. They turn you into geese and have you fly there, and then Professor Mayakovsky -- long story -- takes your voice away. There's no clocks, the sun never moves because you're only a few hundred miles from the South Pole, so you just... learn how to do magic. The nitty-gritty."