Jean-Honore Fragonard l'aurore

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Wouldn’t like to have their cleaning bill,’ said Poons.
The Lecturer in Recent Runes nudged the Chair heavily in the ribs, or at least at the point where the ribs were overlaid by the strata of fifty years of very good dinners.
‘Quiet!’ he hissed. ‘They’re coming!’
‘Who?’
‘Someone important, by the look of it.’
The Chair’s self‑importance that he appeared to be floating across the ground, bobbed towards the carriage door and opened it.
The crowd held its collective breath, except for a small part of it that hit surrounding people with its stick and muttered, ‘What’s happening? What’s going on? Why won’t anyone tell me what’s happening? I demand someone tell me, mm, what’s happening?’

The door stayed shut. Ginger was gripping the handle as if it was a lifeline.face creased in panic behind his false real beard. ‘You don’t think they’ve invited the Archchancellor, do you?’The wizards tried to shrink inside their robes, like upright turtles.In fact it was a far more impressive coach than any of the crumbling items in the University’s mews. The crowd surged forward against the line of trolls and city guards and stared expectantly at the carriage door; the very air hummed with anticipation.Mr Bezam, his chest so inflated with
‘There’s thousands of them out there!’ said Ginger. ‘I can’t go out there!’