(( Hey, few quick words before we begin - This is the first of a couple ideas for some poems I've had for a while. But there's a few things you need to know first to "get it". First of all, I'm American, sorry if my writing style seems off in any way because of that. Two, this is supposed to be kind of like a wizarding world children's book poem kind of thing... So, it does rhyme, but the flow might not be 100% perfect because the story being told is the most important part. Well, hope you guys enjoy the first part here, "The Gryffindor in Green", and if you do, I'm also thinking about putting out the second part which will be titled, "The Slytherin in Red". Let me know what you might think of that. Alright, without further ado... ))
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The Gryffindor in Green was a boy named Ian,
A muggleborn who wasn't very forward.
He was attracted to flowers,
Sweets, and Spring showers,
In the face of danger,
He tended not to go toward.
And as the title of this tale implies,
Though in conformity's face it flies,
His favorite color to wear was known to be green.
So his classmates did of course despise,
Despite him being a nice guy otherwise,
That he was the only one who never fit their 'team'.
When they went to quidditch, decked in red,
He was the only one who looked like a Slytherin instead.
And those in scarlet started to see it as an offense.
He would bravely, but in vain, try to insist,
The color he simply could not resist,
It just appealed to his soul, he stated in his defense.
But the Gryffindors didn't appreciate the whim,
And sadly, most started to alienate him,
Even though he always before had been the type,
To help with work, and never stand idly by.
Whenever someone needed his help he would try,
He was always the first to want to make things right.
But then one cold and misty night,
Some Gryffindor boys gave Ian a fright,
By shaking him in the middle of his peaceful rest.
They told him if he wanted back in with the team,
He had to enter the Forbidden Forest, and not scream,
On a midnight excursion with them, that was his 'test'.
Greatly offended by the affront,
Of being woken up so rude and blunt,
Ian was not as polite as he would normally try to be.
He told them quite boldly,
"Hey I'm not your toady!
I don't want to be on your 'team',
If this is how you treat me!"
The Gryffindors left in quite a big huff,
And Ian wanted to let them, but he called his own bluff.
Because the fact is, he really was too nice of a boy.
He knew full well the kind of danger they were in,
Walking into a forest older than sin,
And expecting to treat it like some kind of game or a toy...
So hidden cleverly in the scenery,
Of all the subtle forest greenery,
Nothing noticed the calm and quiet Ian.
But to all the things with fangs and claws,
Those in red stuck out like thorns in their paws,
It was almost as if they wanted to be eaten!
And just as a beast of indeterminable monstrosity,
Was about to consume them for their curiosity,
Ian quickly pulled out his wand and shouted, "Colloshoo!"
The furry thing's feet froze in place,
Allowing them all to sneak around and away,
While the Were-Whatever-It-Was howled at the moon.
Afterwards the boys all praised Ian,
"Where has this side of you always been?"
And the Gryffindor in Green rolled his eyes and gave them a sneer.
"I've been this way from the start,
So don't presume to know my heart.
You've just been assuming what you wanted to hear!"
Of course the Reds lowered their heads,
And the issue was finally put to bed,
About whether Green-loving Ian was brave or just nuts.
Because it's obvious to see,
If you can stick up for what you believe,
And stick a monster's feet to the ground too? Now that takes guts!