Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Chicago.
Sadly.
Real Lyrics:
My sister, Veronica and
I had this double act
and my husband, Charlie,
traveled around with us.
Now, for the last number in
our act, we did 20 acrobatic tricks
one two three four,five...splits, spread eagles,
back flips,flip flops,
one right after the other.
Well, this one night we were in the hotel Cicero,
the three of us,
boozin' and
havin' a few laughs
when we run out of ice.
So I went out to get some.
I come back, open the door
and there's Veronica and
Charlie doing Number Seventeen-
the spread eagle.
Well, I was in such a state of shock,
I completely blacked out.I can't remember a thing.
It wasn't until later,
when I was washing the blood off my hands
I even knew they were dead.
Padma loved her sister. She trusted her. She let Pavarti live with her and her husband. She didn't expect what had happened.
She had gone out to get some groceries, and she came home to find Pavarti and her husband sleeping together on the couch.
Padma had dropped the groceries. She didn't remember anything else until she was surrounded by Aurors. They were dead. And she didn't remember doing it.
She couldn't have done it.