Figments Of Imagination

Talking hats, flying snitches, gurgling Butter beer, Skiving Snackboxes were all a mystery to me

Until I met the scarred boy under the stairs!

He looked at me with his mother’s eyes in round glasses, while rackets of owl rained the house with fishy letters.

Then came knocking the giant with a heart of a bear

That grew tails on greedy boys, and gifted cakes to the kind ones.

Goblins with degrees in banking, with vaults full of gold

And a hidden market behind the old bricked walls!

A station with a quarter at the end

A trolley of goods vanishing into the bricked bend!

Black robed students and swishing wands

A thousand candles in the Great Hall!

An old robed man with flowing white beard

His love for chocolates and conquests of absolution,

His booming voice and an endearing trust in love.

A secret gift of super fast Nimbus…

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