“𝜗𝜚 ﹐, muggles au ; ⟡”

The grand theater buzzed with excitement as people filled the seats, eagerly awaiting the evening's performance. The rich velvet curtains and gilded decor added to the atmosphere of elegance and anticipation. You stood in the lobby, glancing around, feeling a mixture of curiosity and excitement yourself. “First time here?” a voice asked, warm and friendly. You turned to see a young man with messy black hair, round glasses, and a broad smile. His uniform marked him as an usher. “Yeah, it is,” you admitted. “It’s quite impressive.” James P-, written on his name tag, nodded enthusiastically. “It’s one of the best places in town. The acoustics are fantastic, and the performances are top-notch. Tonight’s show is going to be amazing.” He handed you a program and your ticket. “You’re in Row G, Seat 12. Right this way.”