Halloween Gift for Bonfoi
Gift for: bonfoi
From: donnaimmaculata
Title: A Thinking Cap
Pairing: The Sorting Hat/Hogwarts Castle
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: see pairing; poetry
Summary: The Sorting Hat’s love song
Notes: The metre is a bit off here and there, sorry about that! I had to consider the word count, alas.
A year has passed, the night has fallen,
It’s our night alone.
We’re bound by love that’s strong and fierce,
though we’re not flesh and bone.
The students down there in the hall,
they feast on chops and cake.
We feast on our ancient magic,
oh, how it makes them quake!
They fear us more than Voldemort,
whose name they don’t dare speak.
They fear your secrets, fear my powers,
beneath me, they are meek.
The fog rolls in, it makes them blind,
it fills their hearts with dread.
But you and I, we need no eyes,
we use our sense instead.
They hear your whispers in the night,
my voice stays in their heads.
They tremble, shrink and don’t know why,
and hide away in beds.
The banshee’s cries, the pooka’s sleek
wide-eyed ride through the moors,
they count for nothing when compared
to my mind reading and your lures.
It’s our night, sweet Hallowe’en,
the night when we unite
our powers, auras and our souls
in secret, ancient rite.
We are the perfect match, my love,
like black bat and black cat
Now let me suck your magic, dearest.
You are my Castle, wherever you hang your Hat!