William Bouguereau Jeune Bergere Debout

William Bouguereau Jeune Bergere DeboutJohn Constable Malvern HallJohn William Waterhouse The SorceressJohn William Waterhouse The Enchanted Garden
er, I‑‘ Victor began.
‘I can bitecrackled from his fingers, and there was a greasy feel to the air that even student wizards soon learned to associate with a vast accumulation of magical potential. And there was fog in the pit. It was ridiculous, but there it was, covering the floor like a pale silver tide.
He shook Ginger’s shoulder. He waved a hand in front of her eyes. He shouted in her ear.
Then he tried the Patrician, and Dibbler. They yielded to pressure but swayed gently back into position again.
‘The film’s doing something to them,’ he said. ‘It must be the film. But I can’t see how. It’s a perfectly ordinary film. We don’t use magic in Holy Wood. At least . . . not normal magic it quite hard,’ Gaspode added. ‘Just say the word.’‘No, er‑‘‘Something’s boding, just like I said. Bode, bode, bode. Laddie’s tried barkin’ until he’s hoarse and no‑one’s listenin’. So I fort I’d try the old cold nose technique. Never fails.’Victor looked around him. The rest of the audience were staring at the screen as if they were prepared to remain in their seats for . . . for . . .. . . forever.When he lifted up his arms from his seat, sparks