[Verse]
It only makes sense
The place where so many Quibbler's formed
Would be so paper-dense

Curiousity intensified,
We climbed the stairs to see what we could find
And saw Luna's room and nearly died

[Chorus]
You really are a xenophile,
Judging from the wild décor
Roaming through impossible jungles
I raise my spectre-specs and say

You really are a xenophile,
Plural "you", it runs in the family
A paranormal, paramagical, real X-file,
Who can say you don't love what you do?

[Verse]
We knew we could trust you
Though you let us down a bit
How could we know the tea was a lie?

The printing press whizzing,
Spitting out crazed intentions, distracted us
From the Death Eaters at bay

[Chorus]

[Verse]
Though you ratted us out
We couldn't hate for all the help you gave
Even if we ran

Inspiration runs
A different course than logic, and we know
You and Luna will explore

[Chorus (x2)]