"Do it."

"No."

"If you want to be on the team, you have to do it. I dare you."

"Fine" he sighed going into the changing room, coming out ten minutes later wearing a costume that looked like a teapot. Climbing onto his broom, which was difficult, he soared up into the air, pointed his wand at his throat muttering "Sonorous" and began singing,

"I'm a little teapot, short and stout. Here is my handle, here is my spout. When I get all steamed up hear me shout. Tip me over and pour me out!"

The team roared with laughter.