“ hold me closer, tiny daaancer, ” rose sang in an off-key warble, clutching her bottle of firewhiskey tightly. both the alcohol and the song were making her feel warm inside, and she gave the person sitting at the bar next to her a sloppy, sentimental grin. “ it’s a good song, don’t you think? ” it was an old muggle song that was one of her grandfather’s favourites, and right now, in her inebriated state, rose was very certain it was the best song she’d ever heard.












