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Elland looked at the newt on top of Deek's head and chuckled, his eyes with a bit of a mischievous squint to them. "You know, @ask-deek, I might just have something for your hard work." The Hufflepuff sat down at one of the tables, lute to his chest, quill and paper on the table as he began writing something, humming to himself, plucking some chords, and then going back to writing. You are not sure that anything you can say at this moment can break him out of the spell of creativity. In about 20 minutes Elland calls out Deek's name, spinning toward him on the chair with a grin on his face, clearly proud of whatever it is he was about to play for you.

[You obviously hear a male voice singing! Text below]

Deek has got himself a newt D When he was playing Elrond's flute. G He tried to blow some air from it. A Deek's no musician, he'd admit. D

But what got out was a "Toot" D As newt came flying from that flute. G His little snout, oh, so cute! A Perhaps he is Deek's greatest loot. D

I have to thank you for The Boot G And finding me my precious lute. A But the one thing I find most cute G Is that Deek has got a newt! A (D-G-D)