He smiled at her assurances. He knew he did something relatively important, though he sometimes thought, in a Gryffindor fashion, that he could be doing something more, something braver and more visible.
She stopped smiling and he sighed. She had such a bright smile. He reminded himself that it wasn't all her. When he remembered, equilibrium seemed easier to find.
"I bet the children love it." He thought hard for a moment. There was a possibility. "Of course, if all of the sudden there were to be multiple copies of songs sung by you all around town, easily accessible to more than just me ... well, no one could say anything about me using your songs."
Hmm. It was a thought. "Though would those fall under the third decree? Restricted material?" He sighed. He wasn't sure.