Slughorn had arranged a quartet to play at the far end of the room. A goblin stood tapping along on some drums, his eyes closed and a cigar between his lips. A scrawny, dirty looking wizard stood holding a twelve string guitar, he plucked lightly at the strings in time with the drums. An enchanted saxophone seemed to be floating in midair, belting out a low harmony to the guitar acting like a bass as it rattled the tower of campaign glasses. The singer was a tall beautiful woman with straight blonde hair like cornsilk that reached all the way past her lower back. Draco was sure she had veela somewhere in her family line as half the men in the room had gravitated to stand in front of her as she sang.