"No, of course he doesn't. See, kiddo, people don't know."

"I don't hate everyone in France for being French!"

"You could've fooled me!"

"Well I wasn't trying to."

"Well now I know. But I'm still not sure what you do mean when you say that because you actually can't have checked them all one at a time."

"I have some exposure to French wizarding Events of Importance and it was universally negative, and in a cultural way, such that French individuals I liked would be doing a lot of rejecting of their society? Same's true of here, of course, only I do know people here who aren't terrible. And if some wizard in China said 'the British are terrible' I would not be hurt, I would sort of go 'yeah, good thing Timothy's gonna fix it?' so I don't mind saying the same about other places."

"'The British' is different from 'everyone in Britain'!"

"Yeah, okay, I hate the French."

Giggle.

He sighs and shakes his head and starts reading wizarding newspapers for anyone who might be an alt.

And he comes in. "Oh, Elf Timothy!"

"Maitimo. Nice to meet you. Your alt's outside -"

"Is he flirting with Amriac, that'd be really unfair -"

"I doubt it."

He heads outside.

He in fact had barely noticed Amriac; he'd gone to the edge of the lake and started singing.

It's stunning.

And Amriac has sure noticed him.

The recorded symphony really didn't do it justice.

It's not fair.

Also it's beautiful. 

He stands there kind of blankly for quite a long time.

Amriac has not noticed that Michael has emerged. She's just staring.

What a good audience.

He stops and turns and smiles at them and says, "I do apologize, was this space in use for anything?"

Amriac grins and shakes her head.

Then he'll keep singing!

Yaaaay!

Aaaaaaaah!