Lord Borr prodded his nephew with the tip of sausage-shaped forefinger. "Good job, nephew. You make your Uncle Lord Borr prrrrrrrrroud," he rumbled.


With Christelle at his side, his nephew on the other, he TOO directed the singing with using his cane as a baton. "GOOD JOB, Children! GOOD JOB! I know you tried your hardest and I recognize how lacking in leadership you are. BE PROUD of yourselves and take a bow!"

Lord Borr petted the little Gryffindor that was trying to take away his cookie box like she was a lost puppy. "Christelle. Make sure this one get an extra gift bag free of charge." To the rest of the BRITISH WIZARDING WORLD he announced, "OUR FUTURE! How about a ROUND of applause for them??!!"


And then, as if he couldn't quite help himself, Lord Borr added, "They were to sing a dedication to the Ministry, and more precisely, to ME as your new VIP in the Ministry of Magic. However, they're unguided and sang the ONLY song they know. So give them a round of applause as they leave the stage! WELL DONE STUDENTS. WELL DONE. For the love of cookies, Tate, spare us all next time." Lord Borr honestly couldn't remember inviting the man up.

SOME people were SUCH glory hogs.