All fiction or poems within this site are the product of my own mind (muddled though it may be). The characters are, sadly, not mine. They belong to J. K. Rowling. I just play with them, and bend them to my will occasionally. Occasionally they see fit to take over the story, and then I am their tool. We Who Watch
by: Mikee
I have watched you, Professor
Your almost Elizabethan carriage
The dramatic billowing of your robes as you stalk the halls
The Machiavellian manner in which you control your surroundings
I have watched you, child
Your reckless lazy carriage
The swirling of your robes as you rush head-long into life
The absence of control in your life
I have watched you, Professor
Studied demeanor
Mask of tragedy firmly in place
Impassive expression
Belied by smoldering eyes
I have watched you, child
Casual demeanor
Absent mask of any stripe
Passionate expression
Enhanced by smoldering eyes
You have about you, Professor
A bit of MacBeth
A touch of the raven
And a practiced dark deportment
You have about you, Child
A bit of Oliver Twist
A touch of Puck
And a light carefree deportment
I have studied you, Professor
The Shakespearian cadence of your speech
Theatrical timbre of your voice
You the predator, lo these seven years
I have studied you, Child
The unstructured cadence of your speech
Adolescent timbre of your voice
You the cunning prey, lo these seven years
I have feared you, Professor
Who will be your prey now?
And who will be your nemesis when this term has ended?
Whom will you torment in my stead?
I have feared you, Child
Feared you'd not guard yourself
Feared I'd catch you unprepared
And end the competition prematurely
I had feared you, Professor
Your scathing retort
Biting sarcasm
Did you not realize I abandoned the fear?
I had feared you, Child
Your measured retort
Absent sarcasm
Did you not realize my fear grew?
I have watched you, Professor
Watching me
I have glanced and caught you unawares
Watching me
On whom shall your gaze fall on the morrow?
I have watched you, Child
Watching me
I have glanced and caught you aware
Watching me
On an empty chair my gaze shall fall come the morrow.
I have studied you, Professor
You stride between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor tables
As you sweep into the Great Hall
Your eyes now bore into me
I have studied you, Child
As at Gryffindor table you hold court
And in Gryffindor camaraderie you revel
Your eyes avoid me
With your first enemy now vanquished, Professor
And your second soon to depart
On whom will you focus your ire?
Against whom will you now rail?
With our first enemy now a mere memory
Foolish boy, didst thou think thee my new enemy
Against whom or what shall I direct my enmity
Upon your imminent departure
I have watched you, Professor
And caught you unawares
Onyx eyes heavy lidded
Lips almost imperceptibly parted
I have watched you, Child
And been caught unawares
Emerald eyes; anticipation bright
Moist lips wantonly inviting
When the morrow dawns, Professor
In whose eyes will you seek new competition
From whom will you derive dark pleasure of the predator
Who will take my place as the object of your unrequited desire
I have watched you, Child
Beyond all reason
Beyond all hope and grasp
Beyond endurance
For, Professor, though not asked, I will advise now
Do not attach yourself too firmly to one
Do not dependant grow on a replacement
As I shall return two years hence
And claim my place, my Professor
When the morrow comes
Alone again in suffering
The hunt shall resume
Your place is yours alone; there'll be no other
But the competitor shall not be denied his challenge.