Hey my first poem in my new name! Each verse is a different stage in the game.....

Quidditch

Soaring swiftly through the air,
The Autumn breeze whafts through my hair.
Flying fearlessly high above,
Free as a bird, peaceful as a dove.

Sneering Slytherins chant their taunt,
Empty words with no real point.
Hopeful Hufflepuffs watch with glee,
Finaly, a chance to set the cup free!

I'll finish this later..... dinner is ready!

Danz_angel x