I am learning my House Song but muddle the words often. I really think with these courses I should take a memory class : )
I am very distracted by the fact no owl nor mail has come from my Aunts.
Some call it magic,
These things that I see.
And I don't understand
Why it happens to me.
But I know that I have it,
For it blooms from within.
It beckons and calls
As I weave and I spin.
Some call it magic,
These things that I see.
I must list and learn
As ancient voices guide me.
Their magic is strong,
So I answer their call.
For I am sorted
To the best house of all.
The Mighty Ravenclaw!
Monday, January 14, 2008
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