An airborne Ford Anglia is careening about
accompanied by adolescent shouts -
muffled by distance, and intervening overheads and uprights.
In a dorm, Lavender adjusts a tie amid bustling and light.

A clearing of rubble turns away passerbys.
Behind a head in the foreground swirls brooms ridden by flies.
A cacophony of motoring, honking, and periodic yelling -
the dander of human activity is ground-swelling.

The mottled head of a planetary stepchild
itches from the square miles
of plethoras upon plethoras of tickling steps
while the gleaming static burst of a spell swallows him in its depth.
As hosts give way to more in an expanding multiplying breath
until captured on a page is a framed populated cosmic breadth.

A critically injured Lavender lays on her back.
Near and far glowing colors amid not quite black
are virile behind a Fenrir enjoying a snack.
The world of magic was only a dream after another look
as Lavender closes her Astronomy book.