Epilogue: That's Amore

"What are you doing?"

Percy was standing in the kitchen doorway, a look of abject horror on his face. The twins were looking over his shoulders, grinning.

"They're dancing, idiot," Fred said merrily. "Who's that singing, Dad?"

"Yeah, is he new?" said George.

"Actually, boys, Hermione tells me he's quite old. He's a Muggle named Nat King Cole."

The twins looked at each other. "Well, he's not the Weird Sisters, but he's pretty good," Fred said.

From the radio, the announcer informed them, "And that was Nat King Cole with 'This Can't Be Love' and 'L.O.V.E.'. Coming up, Dean Martin and 'That's Amore!'"

Fred bowed to his twin. "May I have the honor, dear George?"

"You may," said George, and they joined the floor.

Percy said, "Oh for heaven's sake!"

"Oh, you're just sore because Penelope isn't around," Ron yelled out. "Don't be such a stiff, Perce."

He got a "Hmph!" in return.

When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie

that's amore

when the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine

that's amore . . .