Transcript

Barty trudges down the sidewalk (or whatever it’s called in Ireland), glaring at the ground. He approaches The Langered Crab, which is decidedly less flowery and festive than its modern depiction.

Barty: Feck it all. Should’ve known… too good to be true… paint it my bloody self if I had the magick… find me a brownie who’ll do it for a bowl of cream…