Picnic at Juliette’s
We lay and ate sweet hurt-berries In the bracken of Hurt Wood. Like a quire of singers singing low The dark pines
We lay and ate sweet hurt-berries In the bracken of Hurt Wood. Like a quire of singers singing low The dark pines
What’s riches to him That has made a great peacock With the pride of his eye? The wind-beaten, stone-grey, And
Sandra’s seen a leprechaun, Eddie touched a troll, Laurie danced with witches once, Charlie found some goblins’ gold. Donald
I much more like the idea of the freed house elf. The idea that house elves are treated like unintelligent
“All the kids want owls, they’re dead useful, carry yer mail an’ everythin’.” —Rubeus Hagrid Kynne (left) : Outfit :