“Do me next!” Radcliff jumped into Felisia’s path. “The dead Acrux didn’t achieve so much, And his brother was bigger too-oo-oo.” “Actually, don’t do me,” Radcliff grumbled, but Felisia sang on. “But the best thing about him was he wasn’t lame. And the fact he was hotter too-oo-oo.” “Oh.” Radcliff beamed. “On second thoughts, I rather liked that – but Lame Lionel isn’t bigger than me!” he called after her as she pranced away.
