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.
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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