373 – Last Night I Dreamt Of Slytherin

Poem number 373
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Last Night I Dreamt Of Slytherin
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Last night I dreamt of Slytherin
Once more I was fifteen
We lounged beneath the Hogwarts lake
The light was slimy green
We practiced funny curses
On the first years for a while
Then talked a little quidditch
And the finer points of style
We cheated on our homework
Hexed a post-owl, turned it red
We downed some stolen butterbeer
Then wandered off to bed
Those heady days, those perfect times
Now distant, blurry, dim
That indolent and selfish boy
Was lost, and I’m not him
It’s only in my dreams that I
Can feel so young and free
Only when I dream do I
Become that better me
Tonight I’ll dream of Slytherin
Of light that’s tinted green
Those heady days, those perfect times
When I was just fifteen.

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