The band who played the music were a mix of people. An orc on the drums, her hair red and tied away from her face, with sweat sticking slivers of it to her dim green skin. A pixie fluttering between the three sides of a triangle. A breathtaking woman Hermione suspected to be Veela and something else had her lips pressed to a flute, her too-red lips plump and almost vulgar. A man with horns protruding from his curls strummed a lute, his eyes closed as he kept time with the swelling and shrinking beats of the keyboardist. 