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September 9, 2010
Messrs. Moony, Padfood, and Prongs-- Oh, how for you my dear heart longs! To run with the pack and play many a prank, To ridicule Filch, to tear up the dank Recesses of the Shrieking Shack, Have a Fire whiskey and never look back-- To play Quidditch and mess with the map Of the great Mauraders, and then hap To stumble across mystery and madness, To chase away the darkness and sadness- Embrace the wolf, pet the dog, chase the deer Across Hogwarts and then have butterbeer-- Oh, the craziness of wizardry and youth, I wish--and that's the truth!