Fabian Perez Waiting for the romance to come

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crowd surging around the box office was getting deeper and more angry by the minute.
‘Well, have you gone through all your pockets?’ demanded the Chair.
‘Yes!’ muttered the Dean.
‘Have another look, then.’
As far as wizards were concerned, paying to get into anything was something that happened to other people. A pointy hat usually did nicely.
While the quickly, turning to the others. ‘I’m afraid the rest of you had better get back to your honest trading.’ He moved his eyebrows up and down suggestively.
‘I don’t see why we should‑‘ the Dean began.
‘Otherwise we’ll be in arrears,’ the Chair went on, mugging furiously. ‘If you Dean struggled, the Chair beamed madly at the young woman who was selling tickets. ‘But I assure you, dear lady,’ he said desperately, ‘we are wizards.’‘I can see your false beards,’ said the girl, and sniffed. ‘We get all sorts in here. How do I know you aren’t three little boys in your dad’s coat?’‘Madam!’‘I’ve got two dollars and fifteen pence,’ said the Dean, picking the coins out of a handful of fluff and mysterious occult objects.‘That’s two in the stalls, then,’ said the girl, grudgingly unreeling two tickets. The Chair scooped them up.‘Then I’ll take Windle in,’ he said