*As Mad Harry contemplates what on earth his father was doing here, he hears a faint, unearly music. Were it not for the fact that he was miles away from an ocean, he would have sworn it was the voices of the sirens, those that sing sailors to their doom on shallow reefs. However, it seems to be coming from down the waterfall, and Harry doesn't feet particularly compelled to follow the voice. It is very pretty however...*
*The rest don't hear anything over the crashing of the waterfall.*
*The rest don't hear anything over the crashing of the waterfall.*