Arthur Hughes April Love

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was three. It would appear...'
He looked into the mirror, and turned round.
He started to room. The air was full of greasy coils. Little particles of soot drifted gently on the air currents, and there were several foot-shaped burn marks on the floor.
The figure shrugged. There was no accounting for the sort of things you found in wizard's rooms. It caught sight of its multi­faceted reflection in the shattered mirror, adjusted the set of its hood, and got on with the search.
Moving like one listening to inner directions, it padded noiselessly say, 'Who are y-’And found that there are things worse than making speeches, after all. The small dark figure creeping along the deserted corridors heard the noise, and didn't take too much notice. Unpleasant noises were not uncommon in areas where magic was commonly practised. The figure was looking for something. It wasn't sure what it was, only that it would know it when it found, it.After some minutes its search led it to Wayzygoose's