Duelling club round 2

The battle’s over! Sorely tested,
I lay my needles down, and lo,
To my opponent (sadly bested),
Dear Enna, I must say, chapeau!
Your fighting spirit got me going
And gave me speed when I was slowing,
So some would say (I think it’s true)
I owe my victory to you!
To praise a thing of strength or beauty
Cannot be seen as truly fair;
To praise the thing that put it there
However, is our rightful duty!
And so this poem, on my behalf,
Will serve here as your epitaph.

Eugene.

Picture Scav Hunt

I’ve time for half a verse: my pictures
Of things that were on Olive’s list.
Although I know, my dearest witches
(And wizard), there are things I’ve missed.
But my originality marker
Is really special: from the darker
Side of Hogwarts, Queen of Sin -
Miss Enna Kirts of Slytherin!
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RAoK

Last night, with autumn leaves a-quiver
Awaiting winter’s harsh decree,
An owl alighted, to deliver
An unexpected gift for me!
Queen Frysia’s Random Act of Kindness,
Displaying thoughtful, well-designed-ness,
And colour-coded perfectly,
Diaplayed below (as you can see):
Some Bertie Bott’s delicious candy;
Bransonas gorgeous sock yarn (blue
And silver); wrist band, sticker too;
And Harmonies (they’ll come in handy!)
Plus verse from her and her son’s hand -
No finer Queen in all the land!

Ravenclaw House Quiz

Elixir to Induce Euphoria
May make you sing or tweak your nose,
But peppermint will change the story – a
Small sprig will put a stop to those.
The Acromantula’s strong poison
Per pint’s a hundred Galleons. Boys on
Your mind? Well, make them love-obsessed
With Amortentia – it’s the best!
A bezoar was Harry’s notion
When saving Ron; the Weasley’s tricks
Involved perfume and coughing mix
As packaging to smuggle potion;
And Draco’s failed “amusing” trick
Was hiccupping solution (hic!).

Where Darkness Powder’s been disposed of,
No fire or light spells will be seen;
The Draught of Living Death’s composed of
A single Sopophorous Bean
Plus wormwood, asphodel and root from
Valerian; And all the loot from
A unicorn hair that you’ll reap
Is 10 small Galleons (going cheap!)
And now the part for Extra Credit:
I much prefer to knit, that’s true;
My favourite weight is sock yarn; Ooh,
I’m such a yarn snob (there, I said it!)
So natural fibres all the way
(Some plastic in sock yarn’s okay).

The fibres I dislike are cotton,
Synthetics, mohair, stuff like that.
Effect yarns are especially not on
(Exception – see my Rasta Hat).
The pairs of socks I’ve knit are numerous,
‘Round 30; Favourite knit? That’s humourous!
Of course it’s socks! My favourite treat
Is scones with jam and cream to eat.
I drink both tea and coffee freely;
I have no online wish list (oops!);
The Rav’ says I’m in 19 groups;
A special item? Well, I’d really
Like DPNs (6-inch 00’s)
If somebody could get me those…

Dueling club package

Today was glum, all grey and raining.
But while I worked up in my room,
An owl flew in a pack containing
A gift to brighten up the gloom.
A nicely woven spell, quite clever
(And quite an arduous endeavour):
Two socks knit on – now hear this friends -
A single set of DPNs!
And though they may not fit precisely,
(Her first time with the spell, you see)
I love them and, believe you me,
They’re warming up my feet quite nicely!
So, Danish witch, three cheers to you!
(And thank you for the chocolate too!)

Fresh start

Alas! The Quidditch match is history.
No Snitch for Ravenclaw. And so
I thought perhaps another mystery
Might help with our get-up-and-go.
A new conundrum – one to muddle
Great minds, to frustrate and befuddle!
Uphold the pride of bronze and blue!
Seek out the answer! Here’s the clue:
A secret do I keep inside me -
Nobody knows it, only I.
I want to tell, but when I try,
Methinks that others may deride me.
A friend must ‘out’ me – do the deed!
Look in this rhyme – it’s all you need.

Homework

Ms Vance was recently departed;
Cruel Bella killed a fox (I swear!);
Eleven p.m.’s when they started;
And Slughorn turned into a chair.
An E (Exceeded Expectation);
A duck was Herb’s impersonation;
Pomona is the name you seek;
Why, nitwit, oddment, blubber, tweak!
Now, Belby’s uncle: Damocles,
Snape’s mother’s name is Eileen Prince.
And now I’d better hurry, since
I’ve just two lines to give you these:
Narcissa, Bellatrix and Sprout;
Snape, Dumbledore. (That’s it, I’m out!)

Dueling club

The duel’s begun! Here’s my initial
Attempt to stun my enemy.
Just giving my old wand a swish’ll
Be bound to sap her energy.
Perhaps a little incantation
Would aid with incapacitation…
But what’s the most effective charm
To deaden, startle, or disarm?
Flagrate? No, that’s far too perilous…
Furnunculous? No, she’d get sick.
A stupefy would do the trick,
(Although the teachers could get querulous.)
No, duelling’s not supposed to harm us.
I know! Here goes…. EXPELLIARMUS!

Picture day

I’m sorry peeps, I’m really tired,
My verse is rather bad today.
I’ll only do just what’s required,
And put my picture up, and say
What’s on it. This is me and Enna.
What’s that? We each have an antenna?
No, that’s the Icarus I made.
My portion of a knitting trade
Agreement that we made – quite clever!
I get a sweater; she a shawl.
It worked out nicely, all in all,
‘Twas also quite a fun endeavour.
And here we’re posing, gargoyle-style,
In shawl and concert dress, with smile!

Bad day

My day today was rather dreadful.
A guy who said he’d call did not,
And then I always have a head full
Of “Why?” and “Was it me?” and “What?!”
And then my bike got nicked because I
Had left the keys in it… Where was I?
Oh yes: “Additions to the vault
Of Dumb Things That Are My Own Fault”.
Then, waiting for the bus and knitting,
The needles fell out of my lace.
My feeble efforts to replace
The stitches only left me gritting
My teeth, and hoping like all hell:
“Please, let the dueling club go well!!”