Tragedy? Uh, no
Harry was walking downt he hall,
Taking care not to fall,
Over bodies in his way,
Fainting girls; EVERY DAY!!
He marched on, unimpressed
Dobby'd just had his robes re-pressed
He smoothed down a tiny crease,
Couldn't he have a moments peace?!
Irritated, he pushed on
Where the hell was bloody Ron?
His potions still needed work
After all he'd done for the stupid jerk!
Then he bumped into something gross,
Percy, standing much too close
" No running Potter, you know that"
" mehmehmehmehmehmeh, you ugly prat"
Then he hit him with a curse
" Hahahahaha, sorry 'Perce' "