Rooney Bronwyn was in his garden, and Paul felt the need to considerably cheer the boy up. Mhmm. Lucy Potts was there, too, and he, of course, thought the girl was just TOO QUIET SO IT WAS TIME TO SPICE THINGS UP EH?

Armed with a banjo, Paul ducked into the garden VERY rapidly and stopped VERY suddenly in front of them, singing,

"WHEEEEENEEEVERRRRR I SEE SOMEONE, LESS FOOOOOOOOORTUNATE THAN I-"

Ahem, the next line cracked this old owl up, too,

"AND LET'S FACE IT, WHO ISN'T LESS FORTUNATE THAAAAAAAN I?!"

and he pointed at Rooney. FINISH IT OFF BRO? BRUH? MATE? WHAT DID THE KIDS SAY?

He had looked up Wicked for you, Mr. Bronwyn. WICKED. THE MUGGLE SHAMBLE THAT WAS WICKED. Silly thoughts they had on magical folk. Milton hated Wicked. Paul had read him the screenplay as much as his husband would let him over the summer. It was weird, yes.