At first she was good at:
Switching spells, potions,
Transfigurations, arithmacy
Almost top in her class.
Later she could do harder
switching spells, more
complicated charms and potions.
She could easily turn a
Mouse into a matchbox
Or a hawk into a hacksaw.
Then for no reason her magic lessened.
She could no longer keep up,
No longer turn a needle into a match
Or make a feather fly.
She could perform no magic.
She kept it a secret from all
But she had O.L.W.S and N.E.W.T.S
After that, so she summoned up
The courage to do one last wizarding feet
And made her self disappear.
Disclaimer- The world that this poem takes place in belongs to J.K. Rowling, I'm just borrowing
the setting for a bit. There is no profit being made by that what so ever.
Switching spells, potions,
Transfigurations, arithmacy
Almost top in her class.
Later she could do harder
switching spells, more
complicated charms and potions.
She could easily turn a
Mouse into a matchbox
Or a hawk into a hacksaw.
Then for no reason her magic lessened.
She could no longer keep up,
No longer turn a needle into a match
Or make a feather fly.
She could perform no magic.
She kept it a secret from all
But she had O.L.W.S and N.E.W.T.S
After that, so she summoned up
The courage to do one last wizarding feet
And made her self disappear.
Disclaimer- The world that this poem takes place in belongs to J.K. Rowling, I'm just borrowing
the setting for a bit. There is no profit being made by that what so ever.