Dear Professors of Hogwarts,
I am writing to you about a very serious matter. Many of us have not received our Hogwarts Acceptance Letters. All have watched out their window, waiting for those faithful owls to come in for a landing, but alas, not a single one showed up. I am to be participating in my second term at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Others may be ready to come for their first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, or even seventh term! All of us have learned a lot about Hogwarts over the years, about the Professors, classes, activities, and so on. We are all quite ready to "Fill our brains with some interesting stuff!" We will wait no more. Our letters are quite late in some cases. Please, Professors, do not leave us standing here. Bring us to Hogwarts!
Sincerely,
The Wizards and Witches of Fanpop
I am writing to you about a very serious matter. Many of us have not received our Hogwarts Acceptance Letters. All have watched out their window, waiting for those faithful owls to come in for a landing, but alas, not a single one showed up. I am to be participating in my second term at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Others may be ready to come for their first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, or even seventh term! All of us have learned a lot about Hogwarts over the years, about the Professors, classes, activities, and so on. We are all quite ready to "Fill our brains with some interesting stuff!" We will wait no more. Our letters are quite late in some cases. Please, Professors, do not leave us standing here. Bring us to Hogwarts!
Sincerely,
The Wizards and Witches of Fanpop
It began with hello;
but ended before goodbye.
Niether of us thought
that either of us would die.
It started one fall day,
I was way in over my head;
all I needed was a friend.
I grew up by your side,
you grew up by mine.
We didn't know
I was living on borrowed time.
But now here I lay,
ahem, lie;
dressed in white,
blank eyes to the sky.
You walk over slowly and whisper goodbye.
You look so odd as you begin to cry.
Goodbye to you also, my friend
but in my sight,
our friendship will never die.
-Inspired by the final battle
but ended before goodbye.
Niether of us thought
that either of us would die.
It started one fall day,
I was way in over my head;
all I needed was a friend.
I grew up by your side,
you grew up by mine.
We didn't know
I was living on borrowed time.
But now here I lay,
ahem, lie;
dressed in white,
blank eyes to the sky.
You walk over slowly and whisper goodbye.
You look so odd as you begin to cry.
Goodbye to you also, my friend
but in my sight,
our friendship will never die.
-Inspired by the final battle