Man, this brings back memories.
[Harry is flipping a record - yes, a vinyl, a genuine one - in his hands and looking at an old stereo system he'd wished up. Its old...like, 70s old. Carefully, Harry puts the disc on the spindle and turns it on, dropping the needle on it. He can't help but laugh when
the first strains of music come on and he backs away.
Keeping a distance away from the stereo, the static is kept to a minimum and Ol' Blue Eyes croons over the speakers. He moves a little back and forth to the beat as he moves across the apartment. Picking up a book, he saunters back and forth a bit, getting more into the music, going into the kitchen and out of sight for a minute before returning with a can of coke and now? He's moving along in a waltzing step, in time with the music, before dropping onto his couch and cracking open the book.
Guess white wizards can dance.]