Best Hogwarts Poems

            dark wonder through a mist
        the evening, brumal, kissed
   with gloaming’s glowing fires
 the breaths of hearts’ desires
a spot where magic schemes
to shape the...

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Being a parsel-tongue, I knew I was Slytherine, of course.
Dressing in scales and slithering would give it away though.
So I dressed as my patronus, seventeen-hands high stallion horse,
Entering the Great hall with mask that had a green neon glow.

Hermione was not easily found, but I...

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