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beyond. ‘No good will come of this.’
‘Just watch where you’re putting your feet. Now see what you’ve done? Didn’t I tell you to watch where you were putting your feet? Anyway, come on.’
The wizards skulked, or in the Dean’s case, squelched furtively through the backstage area and into the darkened, bustling auditorium, where Windle Poons was keeping some seats free by the simple expedient of waving his her on the . . . the fundament!’
Poons sniggered. ‘Hubba‑hubba! Does your mother know you’re out?’ he cackled.
‘It’s all too much for him,’ the Chair complained. ‘We never should have brought him.’
‘Do you realize we’re missing our dinner?’ said the Dean.
The wizards fell silent at this. A stout woman edging past Poons’ wheelchair suddenly started and looked around suspiciously and saw nothing except a dear old man, obviously fast asleep.stick at anyone who came near them. They sidled in, tripping over one another’s legs, and sat down.They stared at the shadowy grey rectangle at the other end of the hall.After a while the Chair said, ‘Can’t see what people see in it, myself.’‘Has anyone done "Deformed Rabbit"?’ said the Lecturer in Recent Runes.‘It hasn’t started yet,’ hissed the Dean.‘I’m hungry,’ complained Poons. ‘I’m an old man, mm, and I’m hungry.’‘Do you know what he did?’ said the Chair. ‘Do you know what the old fool did? When a young lady with a torch was showing us to our seats he pinched