Мор - ученик смерти

           ButKeliwasusedtowizardsasasortoffur-trimmedsmallmountainwithawheezyvoice,andIgneousCutwelldidn’tquitefitthemageimage.

           Hewasyoung.Well,thatcouldn’tbehelped;presumablyevenwizardshadtostartoffyoung.Hedidn’thaveabeard,andtheonlythinghisrathergrubbyrobewastrimmedwithwasfrayededges.

           ’Wouldyoulikeadrinkorsomething?’hesaid,surreptitiouslykickingadiscardedvestunderthetable.

           Kelilookedaroundforsomewheretositthatwasn’toccupiedwithlaundryorusedcrockery,andshookherhead.Cutwellnoticedherexpression.

           ’It’sabitalfresco,I’mafraid,’headdedhurriedly,elbowingtheremainsofagarlicsausageontothefloor.’MrsNugentusuallycomesintwiceaweekanddoesformebutshe’sgonetoseehersisterwho’shadoneofherturns.Areyousure?It’snotrouble.Isawasparecuphereonlyyesterday.’

           ’Ihaveaproblem,MrCutwell,’saidKeli.

           ’Hangonamoment.’Hereacheduptoahookoverthefireplaceandtookdownapointyhatthathadseenbetterdays,althoughfromthelookofittheyhadn’tbeenverymuchbetter,andthensaid,’Right.Fireaway.’

           ’What’ssoimportantaboutthehat?’

           ’Oh,it’svery’essential.You’vegottohavetheproperhatforwizarding.Wewizardsknowaboutthissortofthing.’

           ’Ifyousayso.Look,canyouseeme?’

           Hepeeredather.’Yes.Yes,IwoulddefinitelysayIcanseeyou.’