I am Gryffindor
Marauder's maps, dungbombs, and Filibuster Fireworks.
Invisibility cloaks, secret passages, and secret missions.
I don't know why Snape doesn't like me, honestly I'm "innocent".
I have no idea how those motion sensitive dungbombs got under his desk, honest.
He gave me that detention for nothing!
I'm gonna kill Fred and George, uh, you didn't hear that.
I'm mostly brave, well except when I have a bludger flying at me 90 miles an
hour, while I'm trying to avoid getting a pancake face.
I don't always, uh never, I've never snuck out at midnight to the kitchens for butterbeer.
Well, there was that one time.
I don't go on these crazy crusades, defeating the greatest evil to ever challenge the world,
let alone the wizarding one.
I prefer not to get my limbs broken, well there was that one time but Crabbe hit me first.
His jaw healed eventually.
I'm part of the best Quidditch team Gryffindor's had in ages.
To get on a broom and beat a cranky ball with the verocity of a cannon ball
around a Quidditch pitch 50 feet in the air is an amazing feeling.
When you walk out on the pitch the first thing you notice is the deafening roar of the crowd,
the rush of the wind as you kick off the ground with your teammates and rise 15 feet in the air,
waiting for the bludgers to be released you feel your heart speed up.
Whoosh! There it goes, I speed faster and faster, Whack!
I smash it away from one of my chasers and towards one of their beaters who's back is turned.
Damn, she dodged it.
Swish! I see the snitch fly past my ankle, I race after it and swing my club at it as hard as I
can towards my seeker, who catches it just before it hits her face!
We have infamous parties after every game, whether we win or lose.
Cakes and drinks on every available surface.
Nearly every party last til' midnight.
I like my House.
I like my Housemates.
I do slaughter the Slytherins at Quidditch.
I trust my teachers.
I have the best friends in the world.
I am Gryffindor.
Marauder's maps, dungbombs, and Filibuster Fireworks.
Invisibility cloaks, secret passages, and secret missions.
I don't know why Snape doesn't like me, honestly I'm "innocent".
I have no idea how those motion sensitive dungbombs got under his desk, honest.
He gave me that detention for nothing!
I'm gonna kill Fred and George, uh, you didn't hear that.
I'm mostly brave, well except when I have a bludger flying at me 90 miles an
hour, while I'm trying to avoid getting a pancake face.
I don't always, uh never, I've never snuck out at midnight to the kitchens for butterbeer.
Well, there was that one time.
I don't go on these crazy crusades, defeating the greatest evil to ever challenge the world,
let alone the wizarding one.
I prefer not to get my limbs broken, well there was that one time but Crabbe hit me first.
His jaw healed eventually.
I'm part of the best Quidditch team Gryffindor's had in ages.
To get on a broom and beat a cranky ball with the verocity of a cannon ball
around a Quidditch pitch 50 feet in the air is an amazing feeling.
When you walk out on the pitch the first thing you notice is the deafening roar of the crowd,
the rush of the wind as you kick off the ground with your teammates and rise 15 feet in the air,
waiting for the bludgers to be released you feel your heart speed up.
Whoosh! There it goes, I speed faster and faster, Whack!
I smash it away from one of my chasers and towards one of their beaters who's back is turned.
Damn, she dodged it.
Swish! I see the snitch fly past my ankle, I race after it and swing my club at it as hard as I
can towards my seeker, who catches it just before it hits her face!
We have infamous parties after every game, whether we win or lose.
Cakes and drinks on every available surface.
Nearly every party last til' midnight.
I like my House.
I like my Housemates.
I do slaughter the Slytherins at Quidditch.
I trust my teachers.
I have the best friends in the world.
I am Gryffindor.