DECEMBER 3 FRIDAY
It was time. To write some tunes.
Sirius opened the piano in the music practice chamber and began to play something upbeat.
"I'm a simple herding girl
The name is Gary, I wish it was Jenny"
James looked up from his Quidditch magazine.
" 'Jenny'?"
"I'm just like any other girl
Except there's a part where there shouldn't be any"
The door went up and Remus came in because McGonagall had ordered him to keep an eye on the progress. Peter came tagging after. Remus sat down to do his homework.
"I was wondering about the part with the three gifts. But maybe it doesn't really add anything."
Sirius paused the piano playing to jot down notes and lyrics on a sheet of staff paper.
"It doesn't really and that's why I've decided that instead of three wise men they can be three wise reconstructive surgeons."
Remus continued on his homework. James turned a page in his magazine.
"Guys," said Sirius. "I don't want you to feel like you have to censor yourselves. I don't expect you to fully grasp these new concepts right away. I'm happy to clarify anything."
"Well," said Remus, after a lot of hesitation. "I mean. Reconstructive surgery on intersex messiah? Are you sure?"
"Very sure."
"Ok then."
"I mean have you ever heard of anybody wanting to be intersex?"
"I never met anybody that was intersex. I guess I just struggle to see how that is at all in line with the message, for intersex messiah to be made to be one thing or the other."
"Hm. That is a fair point. Well, how about this? The three wise reconstructive surgeons arrive at the stable. They bring a scalpel, suture and some hormones. But at the last minute, the transvestite angel Gabriella intervenes and tells Jenny: No, Jenny! The holy baby must decide for themselves what they want to be! How does that sound?"
"Yeah. Great."