Dean's eyes dart to the wings, He can feel his chest cracking open as a tall figure emerges, abruptly drowned out by the pandemonium that fills the audience.
For Jerry, the Pony Express orphan from the borscht circuit who made it to twenty years old drinking wine from a paper cup at Passover, things had been different.
I don't think you should have to ask that.
It was most taxing, what they did.
Then Narcissa opened her mouth and sang, sang of a dark haired man with his laughing blue eyes, sang of a man who spent his life the outcast of his family for being sorted into Gryffindor.
She was breathing harshly, her shoulders rising and falling with her breaths and that glorious hair of hers covered her face from view.