In Wylie's lair, where wonders brew, Comes a skull for the Hufflepuff crew. Crafted from Cedric Diggory's bone, For the badasses in Hufflepuff's zone.

Ninety-two hours, the creation time, With each stroke, a hint of sublime. Hand-painted with care, bespoke to order, By Zane's hand, a Hufflepuff supporter.

A replica true, of a skull with a past, From the Cedric himself, it's cast. But take heed, dear friend, of the shipping quest, No PO Boxes, we'll pass the test.

With signatures required, we'll sail the seas, To deliver your treasure, with utmost ease. For in Wylie's realm, where artistry thrives, "Epstein did not kill himself," the truth survives.