Creative Quill
Alexa Granger

This month's poetry was full of spunk and love of Hogsmeade! And the winners are.....

1st Place - Cho Wood
Hogsmeade: Vast Village of Variety

As the absence of students echoed through the halls,
One pupil stood lingering within the castle walls.
The bespectacled boy filled his pockets with his hands,
Brooding, for his uncle had spoiled his plans.

If only that horrid woman could keep a civil lip,
Then perhaps he woudn't have made such a fiasco of her trip,
And maybe, just maybe, right now he'd be having more fun,
By the sides of The Red-Head and the Muggle-born one.

Sighing, he walked, but never could have missed
The sound of someone beckoning him to them: "Psst!"
He spun on his heel; the voices, he had known,
Were of ginger-haired owners, both friends of his own.

He approached the lads, who offered him a little present,
Which Harry declined, not in need of any spare parchment.
Shocked were the twins, stationed by a hump-backed witch of stone.
One answered with shielding his face, the other with a groan.

For their gift was anything but an old paper scrap;
It was their beloved Marauder's Map.
With a touch of a wand, lines scrawled across it and out,
Displaying to the trio every possible route
That would lead them out of the castle grounds' shade
And into none other than the village of Hogsmeade.

Vowing "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good",
Harry saw that that tunnel began at the spot where they stood,
So Harry, heart banging like a large bass drum,
Tapped the Witch's hump, exclaiming "Dissendium!"

Springing open like a hinge, Harry stepped through the space,
Walking for ages until he reached his final place
And pushing against a dusty trap door,
He found himself in the cellar of Honeydukes, the sweets store.

It was like a dream, every child's fantasy,
Shelves from floor-to-ceiling brimming with jars of candy.
Nothing like anything else he had ever seen,
With a range of sweets so vast one can only dream:

Sugar Quills, great for a sweet tooth during class,
Droobles Best Blowing Gum; for days, the bubbles will not pass!
Cockroach Clusters, one that he would never try out of fears,
And Pepper Imps! Candy that leaves one steaming at the ears!
Fizzing Whizzbees sherbet balls: levitate while you savour!
And of Course, Bertie Bott's Beans, comning in every imaginable flavour.

Harry's eyes were still feasting on the exploding bonbons
When he heard above the rucus a familiar voice, Ron's:
"D'you reckon he'd like this?" it said, brandishing a blood-flavoured lolly
"Urgh, no, they're for vampires," a girl said (the idea was quite folly).

Harry snuck up on the two as Ron suggested a Cockroach Cluster;
He and Hermione spun around, sporting looks of pure fluster.
Ron beamed with pride, but Hermione kept her frown:
It was against Hogwarts rules for Harry to be in the town.

Yet after some coaxing, some rowing, and coaxing some more,
They paid for their sweets and departed from the store.
Bracing the wind and the frosty winter sleet,
The three friends made their way up the old, crowded street.

Their eyes took in all that was possibly in sight
At all the tiny shoppes erected to their left and their right:
Dervish and Banges, the store for all your wizarding supplies,
Zonko's Joke shop, for every magical mischievous demise.

The Post Office, crowded with owls sorted by their speed-
Colour coded, so your letter is delivered as fast as you need.
If you're scared of naught, or simply out of whack,
You'd be thick enough to visit inside the Shrieking Shack:
The most haunted dwelling in all of Britain,
Not even Hogwarts ghosts think it fittin'.

And lastly, if ever too cold and the wind won't give in,
The best place to find refuge is the Three Broomsticks Inn,
A tiny warm pub for every sir and miss,
Run by Madam Rosmerta, the bar mistress.
With pretty face, curvy figure and turquoise sequined heels,
She is always ready to serve everyone's meals.

If you're craving four pints of mulled mead,
Or a small Gillywater is all that you need,
Or cherry syrup and soda with ice and umbrella,
Or if a red currant rum is enough for one fella,
If you're chilled to the bone and summer's nowhere near,
Rosmerta will be at your side with a frothing mug of Butterbeer.

No matter what you fancy, hunting for ghosts, making mischief for fun,
The Wizarding Village of Hogsmeade will always have something for everyone.

2nd Place - Samantha Wanzo
Why I love Hogsmeade!

That's where I get my dungbombs of course
Stick it in the Hufflepuff Common Room
....& blame it on my horse.
oh gosh, can't forget the Shrieking Shack.
People say it's haunted by ghosts.
You better watch your back.
Hogsmeade is just a place to hang out.
Have fun with friends & blow your wad.
But the reason I go to Hogsmeade is for the...

DUNGBOMBS!!!

A big thank you to Samantha and Cho for submitting awesome poems on such short notice!