Fanfiction author arknox443275 looks at her music sheet when suddenly words scribbled themself on it.
You look lovely today Madam Arknox.
Curious, Arknox took a pencil and scribbled
'I would say the same- but I don't know what you look like.'
And there's the legendary humour.
'Really, didn't notice.'
Word on the sheet is that you need help with a song for your fanfiction.
'How do you know that... why on Earth am I doing this? What if I end up like Ginny!'
Fine! God! I'm you subconscious. Your muse. Your inspiration. Whatever. I'm not even real.
'What you got in mind then SC?'
Listen...
Music errupted from the sheet and a song played...
A long long time ago, is where this story starts
When the founders came together, despite their different hearts
They made the Hogwarts houses, one houses each for thee
But how, they asked, did they know which house each kid should be?
They searched until in weary end they found a tattered hat
Who knew the perfect house for which each student best be at
The houses had they're talents, and secrets each one had
But I knew all the good secrets and some of even bad!
Dear Gryffindor was such a charm, his red clashed on his gold
His heart as proud as lions, his spirit just as bold
Or Ravenclaw, that witty girl, bronze and a dash of blue
That woman's own intelligence is used to teach the lot of you
Might Hufflepuff be loyal and kind and remain her yellow and black
For her gentle nature and wondrous soul make up for the little she lack
And Slytherin, dear what a joy, that silver on his green
His cunning brain, his special quirk , his loyalties unseen
Old Slytherin himself, he had his needs and prejudice
His high demand and low patience disturbed the founders' bliss
Unknown to what has really passed, the founders carried on
While Slytherin had stow away to further and beyond
And so they taught for many years until they passed me on
So let me in- into your heads! And I won't take too long.
What do you think?
'This is perfect for my fanfiction!'
Well you're welcome
'Let me add it to my story!'
Here is where I bid you farwell lady Arknox.
'Aw. Bye SC!'
Who was that?
'None of your buisness Emma!'
Arknox 443275 clicked on her story Prissy Pratty Perfect Padfoot and added the song for the sorting hat section.
That night, she lay awake thinking about SC, and if she'd ever see her muse again.
Bit of a spin on the whole thing. I personally think just posting it here is boring so I decided to mix it up. Cookies to those who know what SC stands for in first/last name term. (Like MW being Molly Weasley.) As for Prissy Pratty Perfect Padfoot it's a real story I'm writing and will add the song. Why post it now? Well, let's just say I'm out of coffee and it's one in the morning. Don't push it. Should I continue this as a story? Please please PLEASE vote on my poll!
Ps. Emma is my actual subconscious' name.