Ford's eyes lit up at the jibe about not believing in magic, though he struggled to keep his features impassive. He was already thinking of a quip to throw back, but it turned out he didn't get the chance. A screech, a rumble of thunder, and a brief flicker of the lights, and the man on stage had disappeared. Through a trapdoor, Ford noticed (he could see the edge of the floor settling back into place as the lights flickered back on), which was interesting when he could have just disapparated. Maybe he didn't have a license, or maybe he actually was trying to make an effort to abide by the Statute, aside from the help from his ghost friend. Ford chuckled at the disappearance, even as the woman seated next to him fainted onto his shoulder. Whoops.
After doing what he needed to in order to ensure the woman was seen to, Ford turned his attention to the ghostly fellow, who thankfully hadn't drifted off yet. There were still a few Muggles around, so he couldn't say anything to him, but he caught his eye. The ghost gestured towards a door at the other end of the room, presumably towards whatever constituted the backstage area. After glancing around to ensure none of the Muggles were paying too much attention to him, Ford slipped out. He immediately opened his mouth to ask a question, but before he could manage it the ghost interrupted him with, 'You'd better just ask Dodonus about it.'
Dodonus must have been the man on stage, then. Bit of a weird name, but it wasn't as though Fortitude Greengrass had any right to throw stones in that particular area. He nodded and followed his ghostly guide back until he was face to face with the mystic. "Well," Ford greeted with a grin. "It was a good show, I'll give you that much."
After doing what he needed to in order to ensure the woman was seen to, Ford turned his attention to the ghostly fellow, who thankfully hadn't drifted off yet. There were still a few Muggles around, so he couldn't say anything to him, but he caught his eye. The ghost gestured towards a door at the other end of the room, presumably towards whatever constituted the backstage area. After glancing around to ensure none of the Muggles were paying too much attention to him, Ford slipped out. He immediately opened his mouth to ask a question, but before he could manage it the ghost interrupted him with, 'You'd better just ask Dodonus about it.'
Dodonus must have been the man on stage, then. Bit of a weird name, but it wasn't as though Fortitude Greengrass had any right to throw stones in that particular area. He nodded and followed his ghostly guide back until he was face to face with the mystic. "Well," Ford greeted with a grin. "It was a good show, I'll give you that much."
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