"It's a good number for an intimate jam session. Not so good for some of the songs we have in our back catalogue." They had a good number of songs that worked well in small crowds, along with a number that worked best in arenas filled with screaming fans. "The ones we've been working on should be okay for a Muggle audience. Anything that's not quite mundane can be written off as artistic expression. There's plenty of examples of the fantastical in Muggle music, art, literature. We'll be eccentric, that's all."
He could feel the anticipation build as they neared the pub. He'd almost forgotten what it was like to be in a crowd of people, mostly strangers, drinking and laughing and making friends. There wasn't a whole lot of that at Hogwarts, at least not like this. Not a bit of fun meant to last an evening and leave nothing but vague memories of what had transpired.
"Oh fuck. I never thought of that. Thank Merlin Savannah seems smart enough not to have had kids. I don't know if I could handle being both the father of a grown woman and a grandfather." He rarely even thought of himself as a father at all when it came right down it. "You were the smart one. No kids, just lots of gorgeous women."