As usual, there is a disclaimer attached to my work. I may not own J.K.R's work, but I do own the plot(?). Enjoy!
Sanctuary
To Whom It May Concern,
To them this place is a nightmare
A dim and dank prison to which they are sent
It's all understandable of course,
The walls weep with cold moisture
Spaces between stone walls are constantly frigid
Preserved newt's eye waft through the corridors
Raising the sting of putrid bile to the throats of students
To those unfortunate,
The familiar bubbling, boiling, failure covers them
And the deep anger of a professor assaults frightened ears
To me this place is a dream
An appreciated hiatus of darkness that shields from a harsh light
Others cannot begin to fathom my contentment
The damp air that sticks to your skin
A Gray recurrent earth pattern is cool to my warmed form
The Amortentia beneath me secretes imitations of my favored novels
Remembrance of the school matron's offending Skelogro prickled on my tongue
Rarely have I failed,
Never have the gentle, wispy fumes been more than a ghost traveling up my arm
Always an uncertain voice of soft praise that barely flutters through my eager ears
This prison is my sanctuary
Sincerely Yours.