Harry Potter Poem

Tell me it isn't true.  Tell me it hasn't been two months since I posted some writing.  Tell me it hasn't been almost five months since I uploaded a decent sized story.


Uggghhh ;__; I am so ashamed of myself.  I have no idea what happened and I have no excuse.  I've been aware of this, but it hasn't really...hit me until right about now.  So naturally, I flailed around with my documents for a while before realizing a few things: 1) The next part of Pushing Up Daisies is nowhere near done, 2) My Sherlock fanfiction is not ready for posting, and 3) This is the only semi-decent thing I have to post.  It's a whole poem based off ONE LINE in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Askaban where Hermione indicates that she doesn't like to fly, from Hermione's perspective.  I wrote it for school.  It's...not a good poem.  But I hope you take it anyway and allow me just a little more time to get my head together and whip up some fanfiction for you all.
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I really, really don't like flying

But I do suppose it's better than dying

Oh God, Harry, it doesn't matter, we're going to die

Why does getting places involve having to fly?

The stars are spinning, can this really be possible?

Does flying always feel this way? It's so improbable!

I'm holding on so tight, I'm surprised you're still breathing

This is terrifying, my chest is heaving

Has it been seconds? Hours? Everything has slowed down!

I can't remember what it's like to have my feet on the ground

But I'd be lying if I said this isn't at least a little fun

I'm quite tired, and it's almost over and done

We've cheated time, broken the rules once again

I wouldn't have done it if you weren't my friend

We're saving two innocent souls from death row

Is this how every school year is going to go?

Harry, you should know, I'm no longer sure of my stomach contents

Can we please now begin our descent?

The world is starting to look like a bunch of slurred paint

My dizziness is showing no constraint

Is Buckbeak going to be able to hold the three of us?

I know there's no time to worry, though, escape is a must!

The adrenaline is rushing, we're all jacked up so high

How can I call myself a witch if I'm afraid to fly?

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Thalia