Мор - ученик смерти

           Dishevelled,rathergrubbyandsmellingslightlyofhorsedung,shecameatlasttoCutwell’sdoor.Theknockergavehersometrouble.Inherexperiencedoorsopenedforyou;therewerespecialpeopletoarrangeit.

           Shewassodistraughtshedidn’tevennoticethattheknockerwinkedather.

           Shetriedagain,andthoughtsheheardadistantcrash.Aftersometimethedooropenedafewinchesandshecaughtaglimpseofaroundflusteredfacetoppedwithcurlyhair.Herrightfootsurprisedherbyintelligentlyinsertingitselfinthecrack.

           ’Idemandtoseethewizard,’sheannounced.’Prayadmitmethisinstant.’

           ’He’sratherbusyatpresent,’saidtheface.’Wereyouafteralovepotion?’

           ’Awhat?’

           ’I’ve–we’vegotaspecialonCutwell’sShieldofPassionointment,’saidtheface,andwinkedinastartlingfashion.’Providesyourwildoatswhileguaranteeingacropfailure,ifyouknowwhatImean.’

           Kelibridled.’No,’sheliedcoldly,’Idonot.’

           ’Ramrub?Maidens’Longstop?Belladonnaeyedrops?’

           ’Idemand—’

           ’Sorry,we’reclosed,’saidtheface,andshutthedoor.Keliwithdrewherfootjustintime.

           Shemutteredsomewordsthatwouldhaveamazedandshockedhertutors,andthumpedonthewoodwork.