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Keep a Slytherin with Gryffindor They will wage a war. Keep a Slytherin with Hufflepuff Write an obituary for the latter. Keep a Slytherin with Ravenclaw It will be our doomsday for sure.
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Aug 30, 2024
Aug 30, 2024 at 10:27 AM UTC
Hogwarts House Goals
Sometimes I wish I could go to Hogwarts. Magic would be wonderful, but the real enchantment would be my House. I imagine basking in that Ravenclaw common room surrounded by others like me. That is the true fantasy.
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Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 11:28 AM UTC
Hogwarts
My First Day at Hogwarts On a Saturday morning, I woke up in pain. Perched on top of my head, Was an owl shaking its mane. As I focused my glance, the owl got clearer. There was something clutched in its beak; a pale yellow letter. When I opened it, words started to bloom, Mr Y. Vartak, The inner bedroom. ‘You have a place in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Points will be taken for wrong, and awarded for bravery.’ I showed it to my parents, Who were not at all surprised. They were in fact very happy, I am a wizard I realized! We took a plane to London, Visit Diagon Alley. In a hurry to buy my first wand, robes and stationery. It was the first of September, so we hurried to Kings Cross. We got to platform nine and three quarters, after struggling through the chaos. I had everything in my trunk, I had nothing more to get. My parents surprised me, by giving me an owl as a pet. I got a seat in the Hogwarts Express, and put my robes, There was a boy opposite me, he was juggling bewitched globes. We got off the train, At Hogsmeade Station. There was an amazing castle, that was beyond my imagination. We rowed across the lake, sitting on boats, It was getting colder, so we pulled on our coats We entered the hall, Full of eyes. There was a roof above us, that represented the vast skies. There was a dusty hat, in the middle of a stage, It had a rip near the brim, so it looked older than its age. A professor named Minerva, Put that hat on my head. The rip opened like a mouth, Interesting is what it said. The Sorting Hat as it was called, said that he had to think some more, After a while it yelled: ‘He’ll go in GRYFFINDOR!’ I joined the Gryffindor, at the Start-Of-Term Feast. We were so involved I talking, we cared for our sleep the least. After the feast, we departed, for Gryffindor Common Room, Outside the portrait hole, there was, a shiny black broom. I changed from my robes to my nightdress, lay down watching the dying ember. My eyelids were getting heavy, I walked into a deep slumber. This poem is written by me, Yash Singh. Specially written for my favourite, Joanne Kathleen Rowling.
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Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 7:20 AM UTC
My First Day at Hogwarts
My First Day at Hogwarts On a Saturday morning, I woke up in pain. Perched on top of my head, Was an owl shaking its mane. As I focused my glance, the owl got clearer. There was something clutched in its beak; a pale yellow letter. When I opened it, words started to bloom, Mr Y. Vartak, The inner bedroom. ‘You have a place in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Points will be taken for wrong, and awarded for bravery.’ I showed it to my parents, Who were not at all surprised. They were in fact very happy, I am a wizard I realized! We took a plane to London, Visit Diagon Alley. In a hurry to buy my first wand, robes and stationery. It was the first of September, so we hurried to Kings Cross. We got to platform nine and three quarters, after struggling through the chaos. I had everything in my trunk, I had nothing more to get. My parents surprised me, by giving me an owl as a pet. I got a seat in the Hogwarts Express, and put my robes, There was a boy opposite me, he was juggling bewitched globes. We got off the train, At Hogsmeade Station. There was an amazing castle, that was beyond my imagination. We rowed across the lake, sitting on boats, It was getting colder, so we pulled on our coats We entered the hall, Full of eyes. There was a roof above us, that represented the vast skies. There was a dusty hat, in the middle of a stage, It had a rip near the brim, so it looked older than its age. A professor named Minerva, Put that hat on my head. The rip opened like a mouth, Interesting is what it said. The Sorting Hat as it was called, said that he had to think some more, After a while it yelled: ‘He’ll go in GRYFFINDOR!’ I joined the Gryffindor, at the Start-Of-Term Feast. We were so involved I talking, we cared for our sleep the least. After the feast, we departed, for Gryffindor Common Room, Outside the portrait hole, there was, a shiny black broom. I changed from my robes to my nightdress, lay down watching the dying ember. My eyelids were getting heavy, I walked into a deep slumber. This poem is written by me, Yash Singh. Specially written for my favourite, Joanne Kathleen Rowling.
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If I were a Jedi From District Two I’d spend my schoolyears at Hogwarts And summer breaks with Lilac LaRoux. I’d talk books with Lady Jane Grey And if I were an Angel-Blood I’d fly far away.
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Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 12:40 AM UTC
If
Walking thru these lonely corridors at night, seeking some sense and knowledge to beam forth and shine bright. I look into your eyes Mysticism at its best If only we had a little longer To rise and stand this test This sentiment that burns deep within my bones Leaving me voiceless One among the drones Tho they know, deep down, which vices are my kin. Please help me ,dear Lord, to turn away from Sin. So Dead do I turn to you amongst the flowers. Please help me to turn and release myself from this prison.
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Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 10:39 PM UTC
Breathing In the Catacombs
I never was a Gryffindor, I said. Not for me the bravado of the every day, The martyrdom of intersecting a bullets path In fact, I did disdain of that reckless abandon. I understood the slytherins and ravenclaws outwitting the shooter Before he shot But whoever said you'd meet a hufflepuff in heaven was wrong, Lord knows I wouldn't jump in front of a bullet for you But I'd pull us both out the way. I never was a Gryffindor, I said. Not for me the pomp and prance of the self-assured, self-entitled Gryffindor, In fact, I felt at home in any other house. Ravenclaws do speak the truth, possess originality, And slytherins are more trustworthy than you'd suspect. I never was a Gryffindor, I said. But there's a certain bravery in dancing on your own like everyone's Watching, Because they are, They're all watching you, some disdainful, Some with humour in their eyes, Some with their cameras out: I winked at one, and stuck my middle fingers up at the other, Because I look happier than anyone else in the crowd And I'm with my friends And God I love my friends And God knows when our song comes on I'm going to scream it at The top of my lungs. And soon we'd collapse but I said no Dance like the world will end if you stop Because it will Because the glory will fade Because they don't understand This isn't a dance, it's a victory march Showing everyone here That I have dealt with their smirks and their cameras And I have survived. And I am unstoppable now. Maybe I am a little bit Gryffindor, I thought, and smiled.
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Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 5:26 AM UTC
I never was a Gryffindor, I said.
I never was a Gryffindor, I said. Not for me the bravado of the every day, The martyrdom of intersecting a bullets path In fact, I did disdain of that reckless abandon. I understood the slytherins and ravenclaws outwitting the shooter Before he shot But whoever said you'd meet a hufflepuff in heaven was wrong, Lord knows I wouldn't jump in front of a bullet for you But I'd pull us both out the way. I never was a Gryffindor, I said. Not for me the pomp and prance of the self-assured, self-entitled Gryffindor, In fact, I felt at home in any other house. Ravenclaws do speak the truth, possess originality, And slytherins are more trustworthy than you'd suspect. I never was a Gryffindor, I said. But there's a certain bravery in dancing on your own like everyone's Watching, Because they are, They're all watching you, some disdainful, Some with humour in their eyes, Some with their cameras out: I winked at one, and stuck my middle fingers up at the other, Because I look happier than anyone else in the crowd And I'm with my friends And God I love my friends And God knows when our song comes on I'm going to scream it at The top of my lungs. And soon we'd collapse but I said no Dance like the world will end if you stop Because it will Because the glory will fade Because they don't understand This isn't a dance, it's a victory march Showing everyone here That I have dealt with their smirks and their cameras And I have survived. And I am unstoppable now. Maybe I am a little bit Gryffindor, I thought, and smiled.
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Ravenclaw: The intelligent ones For those who may be missing a few screws Or are like no one else you have ever met Hufflepuff: The amicable ones For those who aren't afraid to work hard Or would give $100 to the homeless Slytherin: The cunning ones For those who will do anything to achieve their goals Or are willing to do anything to protect what is theirs Gryffindor: The brave ones For those who will never give up Or laugh in the face of terror Where shall you go?
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Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
The Houses
Rest in peace to all the brave gryffindors The courageous ones with hearts that soar Rest in peace to all the smart ravenclaws You left this generation in intelligent awe Rest in peace to all the clever slytherin without you, many of us wouldn't grin Rest in peace to all the kind hufflepuff I know our journey was tough Avada kedavra to the other sort Crucio on voldermort imperious on the non deluxe Destroy all of the horcrux Shortlived were the cohorts That tried to defeat hogwarts we thank you
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 10:03 AM UTC
#16YearsBattleOfHogwarts