And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here,
Among these dark Satanic Mills?
"Jerusalem"William Blake
Work in the cotton mill all my life,
I ain't got nothing but a Barlow knife,
And it's hard times in this old mill,
It's hard times in here.
"Hard Times in the Mill"Traditional folk song
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The late afternoon sky was bright and clear, a mocking contrast to the dim, dark town. Dull brick row houses were crowded together, blocking the rays of the sun from the gardens, where only weeds seemed to flourish.&
by Jana C.H. with apologies to W.S. Gilbert
If you give me your attention I will tell you what I am:
I'm Hogwarts' finest educator all the rest are sham.
Each little fault of discipline and teacherly defect
In my erring fellow faculty I carefully correct.
To all their small hypocrisies I open people's eyes,
And little plans to snub the junior staffers I devise.
I love my fellow teachersI do all the good I can,
Yet everybody says I am a disagreeable man,
And I can't think why!
To adolescent egos I've a withering reply,
And Gryffindors I always do my best to mortify.
Each dunderheaded answer I can skillfully dissect,
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It was two o'clock in the morning, and Knockturn Alley was busy living up to its name. From the tavern doorways, the well-dressed and well-connected of wizarding society swept across the grimy dark like comets. I was hunched up in the shadows, nursing a cigarette and a splitting headache under the brim of my hat. The cigarette was almost out but the headache, I could tell, was going to go on and on.
They didn't come much more well-dressed and well-connected than Narcissa Malfoy. When she called you out in the middle of the night, saying only that she needed your help, you got out of bed or, in my case, prized yourself away from the po