POSTED ON: Saturday, January 21, 2012 @ 2:55 PM | 0 comments
Nuestra Cita
(Our Rendezvous)
I first met him in Hogwarts’ Great Hall
Sitting alone, mystic and oh so calm
From Gryffindor, I’ve heard, strong and all
Serious? Heck no, just funny as a clown
I met him again in the dark, greeny, little Forks
Head down, walking with rained, tousled hair
I kept up with him, not minding my feet sore
With his laughter, the pain I almost can bear
I met him once more in the depths of lonely Seam
Looking so far away, lost in his own space
I sat with him, talked, and we made some team
I will not forget his smile, el hombre and that face
I met him again – oh wait, I met him always
He was still the same: brave, calm, a clown
Still the same, wandering in this life maze
Smiles that always reaches his big, big browns
We may face hovering, soulless Dementors
Rally against the Volturri and the Capitol
But we just knock on each other’s familiar doors
Dementors, Volturri, Capitol, all just trolls
We may have the most unfortunate of times
Caused by hunger, some stress or just because
But we’re cool, young, roll like colorful dice
We go loco, foolish and dougie like a boss
Four years since the lucky day I met him
The day I had some amigo to call the best
Un amigo whom unto I can forever lean
Whom I can run to and talk endless
I am forever grateful for this Gryffindor dude
The one I met in rainy Forks and the quiet Seam
The one with the big browns and changing moods
And always, I will all over again, gladly meet him
Happy birthday, Zandro! I wager my life you’re hysterically laughing your butt off while reading this. Heck, I know that you know that we both know that I haven’t any writing talent and creativity with poems. But I tried my best. Yes, this is the best I could come up with. But I hope you get my point. The Great Hall, Forks and the Seam are representations of the movies we religiously have seen, are seeing and will see together (and now with Kathleen – our new recruit). And in two months, we will meet again. I love you. I’ll see you in the Seam soon.
PS: Don’t you ever brag this to your friends. They’ll realize how troll and epic failure your best friend is with poetry. Have mercy.
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THE FLYEST.
Already several months had passed, and I am missing
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry more and more each fleeting day. There are just some things in life that we can never forget – especially that something that had given us knowledge, skills, strong relationships and a second home. I am glad that everything in the magical world is now at peace, since Voldemort (yes, I can now say his name; no need to be afraid) had died. I had secretly admired Tom Marvolo Riddle (Voldemort’s birth name) though, because of his intelligence, passion and love for magic. Wasn’t he very clever to think of and conjure his seven
Horcruxes to preserve his life, or form a clan of
Death Eaters who were very loyal to him and would give up their lives just for him to succeed? Not everybody can acquire that much loyalty from people these days. I do not, however, admire him for the way he had carried out all of his plans. He had a good agenda, his means just weren’t morally right. But he still is one of the darkest wizards of all time… and let’s leave it that way.
Oh, for all those who are baffled of what I’m saying here and who the heck I am, my name is
Christine Faye Ordas, and I am an alumnus of Hogwarts. I came from the bronze-and-blue-clad house of the smart ass witch Rowena Ravenclaw and her dictum
“Wit beyond measure is a man’s greatest treasure.” And yes, I know the wonderful Luna Lovegood (she’s such a darling) and Harry Potter’s first crush Cho Chang. I had just left Hogwarts last May. Right now I am trying to pursue a career in magical researches, literature and writing. It’s my dream to inscribe intellectual books, publish and sell them in
Flourish and Blotts for the future Hogwarts students’ use. I am also planning to credibly write for the
Daily Prophet, the magical world’s primary news bulletin. And of course, I will be very much honored to contribute to Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood’s
Quibbler (hence, my interest in magical researches). I have always found the Lovegoods a fascinating family, and I bet working with and for them will be very exciting. Or maybe, in Merlin’s beard’s time, I can write legends and bedtime stories like the famous – and wickedly brilliant – Beedle the Bard.
And that’s how my life goes these days. I am utterly missing my old school, my friends, the Great Hall, the bronze eagle knocker just outside the Ravenclaw common room, Professor Flitwick (the head of our house), Hogsmeade, the Quidditch matches (although I didn’t actually play for the house), the moving portraits, the castle ghosts, the pumpkins on Halloween, the giant pine trees on Christmas, Rubeus Hagrid’s (Hogwarts’ gamekeeper) tea and treacle fudge – even the crabby Argus Filch (Hogwarts’ caretaker) I miss. Maybe I can visit the school grounds sometimes and see how the magical world’s been doing since Voldemort died (I’ve been spending my months in the muggle world, you see). I’ve heard everybody’s been moving on and starting all over again; the ministry is back on work under Kingsley Shacklebolt; and Harry Potter’s scar haven’t been disturbing him since.
All is well, indeed.
And because of that, we should celebrate and drink firewhisky! Oh, I still don’t drink firewhisky; I can take butterbeer or tea or pumpkin juice – just not firewhisky, please.
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POSTED ON: Saturday, January 21, 2012 @ 2:55 PM | 0 comments
Nuestra Cita
(Our Rendezvous)
I first met him in Hogwarts’ Great Hall
Sitting alone, mystic and oh so calm
From Gryffindor, I’ve heard, strong and all
Serious? Heck no, just funny as a clown
I met him again in the dark, greeny, little Forks
Head down, walking with rained, tousled hair
I kept up with him, not minding my feet sore
With his laughter, the pain I almost can bear
I met him once more in the depths of lonely Seam
Looking so far away, lost in his own space
I sat with him, talked, and we made some team
I will not forget his smile, el hombre and that face
I met him again – oh wait, I met him always
He was still the same: brave, calm, a clown
Still the same, wandering in this life maze
Smiles that always reaches his big, big browns
We may face hovering, soulless Dementors
Rally against the Volturri and the Capitol
But we just knock on each other’s familiar doors
Dementors, Volturri, Capitol, all just trolls
We may have the most unfortunate of times
Caused by hunger, some stress or just because
But we’re cool, young, roll like colorful dice
We go loco, foolish and dougie like a boss
Four years since the lucky day I met him
The day I had some amigo to call the best
Un amigo whom unto I can forever lean
Whom I can run to and talk endless
I am forever grateful for this Gryffindor dude
The one I met in rainy Forks and the quiet Seam
The one with the big browns and changing moods
And always, I will all over again, gladly meet him
Happy birthday, Zandro! I wager my life you’re hysterically laughing your butt off while reading this. Heck, I know that you know that we both know that I haven’t any writing talent and creativity with poems. But I tried my best. Yes, this is the best I could come up with. But I hope you get my point. The Great Hall, Forks and the Seam are representations of the movies we religiously have seen, are seeing and will see together (and now with Kathleen – our new recruit). And in two months, we will meet again. I love you. I’ll see you in the Seam soon.
PS: Don’t you ever brag this to your friends. They’ll realize how troll and epic failure your best friend is with poetry. Have mercy.
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