Gwil Halp?

Okay. So, here's the thing. I was totally working on Gwil today at work (because, hey, I tutor little kids for a living, and while they're doing a page of math problems I would just stare at the wall if I didn't have something else to do. Don't judge.) and I abruptly realized that there's no way in hell I'm going to be able to write the next few chapters without help from a British consultant.

I don't need a Brit pick so much as I need a random British person that I could fire questions through PM, twitter, or e-mail.

For example:

DO YOU HAVE TRAPPER-KEEPERS? THEY ARE THESE THINGS:

Generally excellent things of AWESOME that keep all your folders and notebooks and pencils and junk for school. American kids fight over the COOLEST ONES.
DO SUCH THINGS EVEN EXIST IN BRITAIN?

Or, as another example:

WHERE DO YOU BUY SCHOOL UNIFORMS?!?!

See, I've done all this research on education in Britain, and yet, there's shit I just don't know. I know you guys have to wear uniforms to both public and private schools, but I have no idea where you get said uniforms. Do you order them from the school? Do you just buy generic skirts and trousers and polos? Is there a Ministry of School Uniforms?

THESE ARE THE THINGS I DON'T KNOW.

So, guys, I'm begging you: Halps. If you want more Gwil, I need help. Please? ;___;

(And if anyone points out that little old American me should have never undertaken writing a fic where I have to describe, in intimate detail, the school system of the UK, I WILL CUT THEM. HARD. IN THE FACE.)

Halps? Feel free to comment, PM, tweet (@amuly21), or e-mail (booklover[at]cfl[dot]rr[dot]com) me. 
The sooner someone helps, the sooner I can finally get some momentum going on this series again!