Marcel's p.o.v:
As we sat down for dinner, you could cut the tension with a knife. "So, I heard its karaoke tonight. Any of you going up?" Mum asked as she took a drink of her wine. We shrugged. "Oh, come on. I remember when you were all younger and Edward was singing the Macarena. Well he was mumbling the words but he knew the chorus, and you were dancing the whole way through. Everyone loved it." She said smiling. "Who's going to sing it this year then?" I asked. Mum looked down. "So what other song did you like?" Robin asked after the awkward silence. "Oh my god!" Harry said. "What?" I asked. "What if we sing history?" He smiled. "That might not be on the book, Harry." Y/n said. "You don't know that. We're pretty big in Spain." "How about Cotten eye joe?" Gemma asked. Mum snapped her finger and pointed at her. "Yes! Sing that!" Harry looked down a bit sad. "I'll sing it with you." I heard Y/n say. Harry smiled. "Right so it's settled." Mum said and ate her dinner in a happier mood. "We should've got cowboy hats! I was looking at them today as well." Gemma said. "So who's singing to Cotten eye?" Robin asked. We then all looked at him smiling innocently. "Of course."
