Paul thought this walk was taking rather long, but it was worth it. Lucy was...beginning to get somewhere with her career aspirations. "Lucy..." he said gently, and he gave his wand a wave. The thick, knotted roots of a nearby tree suddenly moved, trembling even, curling into a very artistic looking bench. He took a sat and gestured for Miss Potts to do the same. "Sit?"

"Lucy." He said her name again. "There is nothing wrong with pursuing a career in the arts, or music. If it's something you want to do..something you can see yourself doing, you must pursue it. If you want it, nothing else will ever make you happy until you've tried. You will regret it. I know you will regret it," he said gravely. "Please. Don't do something because other people want you to do it."

And, "I'd love to hear you play sometime. Absolutely. A harmonica is a nifty instrument to know how to play." He smiled warmly. "We need one in my band," he budged her elbow.