Wayne-Daniel Berard


Havurah Hogwarts

Too busy sorting
Half-Bloods from Pure-
Bloods from Mud-Bloods
to even notice we J-Bloods.
We gather Friday nights
in the Room of Requirenot no
houses only how lovely is your
house, oh 
minyan all the magic
we need we light candles by
quoting: Vay h’cheyn and we
We leave behind the week 
of bindings, fear of either-or
night-or-light. We understand.
How often have we faced dark 
unsurprised their every 
spell is latin but the killing curse’s
only when havdalah ends 
do we raise a wand toward one another 
and gently say Alohamora






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