"What are you talking about?" Albus exclaims. "He's my cousin - a little boy who doesn't understand anything! He stands there, gawking stupidly, and talks about music all the time, or asks me about runes - he plays random songs that sound like a synthesiser and a ton of whining!" Angrily, he blows a strand of hair from his forehead. "I don't know the first thing about music, and I don't know what he's trying to achieve, but it's certainly not what you're suggesting!"