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