Right.

So, Paul Myers had been trying to water his flowers for like, an hour now, and the two still weren't gone. They were having a date, right in his garden. Paul didn't mind one bit, actually, but he found himself wanting to somehow...make the mood more romantic for them.

He trumped back into his office to grab his banjo, grabbed the bowl of rose petals he kept in his office for surprise special occasions, and made his way back out. He was BEAMING. They would just love this, wouldn't they? His desire to help them out was blinding him to the fact that no teenager in the entire world wanted their professor to crash their date with banjo playing and rose petal throwing.

He crept up....

and then....


He began playing the song, charming the bowl to throw some petals at them in a staggered way. Paul couldn't sing that well. That was Clifford's job in the band, but he knew what he was doing when it came to the banjo!

Ahem!

"Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me
But bear this in mind, it was meant to be
And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks
And it all makes sense to me.."

It was a song he'd picked up a few years ago, some muggle band or another from an extremely long time ago. Petals kept throwing themselves at the young couple.

"I know you've never loved the crinkles
by your eyes when you smile
You've never loved your stomach or your thighs,
the dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine
But I'll love them endlessly...."

Were they enjoying this? Paul was SMILING. DID THEY FEEL THE ROMANCE?

"...I won't let these little things
Slip out of my mouth
But if I do
It's you
Oh it's you
They add up to
I'm in love with you
And all these little things...."


He peeked at the rose petals...good, there were still a lot left.