The Mysical Gryffindor

By Zubin Naushad. A

There lives a woman in the side of a beach.

She likes mango, but never peach.

She has a magic that could surpass Queenie.

That magic is love, more powerful than a Genie.

She was named Vanessa, the Queen of Cali.

She's always wise, no room for folly.

Give her some milk, she would make it into cheese.

She will teach you a lot, without getting any fees.

She is adept at things, but won't charge money.

She once used her talent at Ilvermoney.

She declined to be taught at Hogwarts in Scot.

But enrolled in Beauxbatons to meet her lots.

Don't mess with her, she knows magical arts.

If you do, you will be in hospital in your shorts.

She is the cleverest witch to be in Gryffindor.

Wait, is it Ravenclaw? This girl was born in Gondor.

She goes to church every week to light her candle.

She knows Korean, in Korea too she can handle.

Give her a book, she will read it till dawn.

Give her a CD, she will play it and yawn.

My dearest friend, a comrade in arms.

What a joy you are, you hold friendship's norms.

Let us be friends till the world gets sour.

And then in heaven, because you won't make me bore'd.

By Zubin Naushad. A