His smirk was the stuff of legends.
When taunted with loud rude remarks
And thoughtless offensive assumptions.
His expression a quick stark reminder.
He did not need to raise his voice
Or wage war with fists or words
For the source of his power
Was in the curve of his brow
His refute neatly imbued
In his wry handsome semi-smile.
That made them shrink back
To feel small and absurd.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
His smirk was the stuff of legends.
When taunted with loud rude remarks
And thoughtless offensive assumptions.
His expression a quick stark reminder.
He did not need to raise his voice
Or wage war with fists or words
For the source of his power
Was in the curve of his brow
His refute neatly imbued
In his wry handsome semi-smile.
That made them shrink back
To feel small and absurd.
Inspired by the half blood prince!
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