Jack Vettriano The Road to Nowhere

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crepe,' said the Dean. 'It's got a little pointy thingy over the–'
Ridcully breathed heavily. 'When your boots change by themselves–' he growled.
'There's magic.
'What's this?' he said.
'Four‑four time?' said the Dean.
'Music ain't magic,' said Ridcully. 'Don't be daft. Music's just twanging and banging and–’
He stopped.
'Has anyone got anything they should be telling me?' afoot?''Haha, good one, Senior Wrangler,' said the Dean.'I want to know what's going on,' said Ridcully, in a low and level voice, 'and if you don't all shut up there will be trouble.'He reached into the pockets of his robe and, after a few false starts, produced a pocket thaumometer. He held it up. There was always a high level of background magic in the University, but the little needle was on the 'Normal' mark. On average, anyway. It was ticking backwards and forwards across it like a metronome.Ridcully held it up so they could all see