There Will Come A Poet, Who's Weapon Is His Word, He Will Slay You With His Tongue, O Lei, O Lai, O Lord. O Lei, O Lai, O Lei, O Lord, He Will Slay You With His Tongue, O Lei, O Lai, O Lord.
My name is Lily Granger. My tail is sweet but short. I am 12. I grew up in Springville. I went to Hogwarts academy for demi-halves then to boxbuttens for demi-halves. Here my destiny is written.
"Lily come on your no fair give it back." My little brother Henry wined.
"I don't have it." I said.
"What in the name of Hera is going on?" My little sister Hermione asked.
later that day I remember resaving was a letter from my good friend Marcy Ranick. It said:
Dear Lily, I am not going to be here over the school year. I am going to C.H.B. See you in the summer. -Marcy.
What. But why? I asked myself. Later I lie in bed thinking to myself of how could this get worse. Little did I know this was the start of something new.
