Messr. Padfoot.
Then we talk
About the orphan with a family
Just as despised for his defiance
As he was awarded for it
For the loyal ones are always rewarded
One year- or twelve
The reward awaits them
The faithful mangy mutt
Taken in by the blood traitors
For rebels stick together
He roamed the halls
A free man
With his three conspirators
Becoming the definition of mayhem
With a spark of mischief in his eyes
And a heart filled with fireworks
