Patrick huffed with annoyance, "
I'm not---" he nearly stomped his foot, "I'm not bloody Kirby Catchlove, I'm
Buddy Holly!"
When the idiot witch gave him another blank stare, Patrick stalked away and back to his seats with Lyssandra, handing her the drinks that the idiot bartender had slowly prepared. She may have been trying to flirt with him during the process, but he couldn't waste his time with some bimbo that didn't know who the bleeding hell Buddy Holly was. His little sister's love for muggle music was
not something she had developed on her own, no sir. Patrick had been a vital part of Giada's obsession, and still harbored a large collection of muggle music in his own.
Of course, the records on his walls were charmed to look like pictures of famous wizarding leaders whenever his mother made one of those surprise visits, but. She didn't do that very often, anymore.
"Can you believe everyone here thinks I'm some bloody Hobgoblin?" Patrick spat angrily, "They got some no-name band booked over them for this, and
I would want to dress like their doofy guitarist? Honestly."
His eyes scanned over Lyssandra, however, "You're looking good enough to stupefy these morons."
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