Term Two

A/N (by NSS): We have been working on the second installment of Faculty Meeting for quite some time. And since we are posting during the holiday season, I thought it would be nice to add some holiday poetry in as well. Those are marked with a little mistletoe emoticon. I hope you enjoy our collection of poetry and drabbles. ~Happy Holidays!

Behind Closed Doors...

• 
  The Slytherin Snake by CocoaChristy

  There once was a Slytherin Snake

  Who went by the name of Snape

  He used his wand on Dumbledore

  Then the wise wizard was no more

  Everyone cried and mourned

  And Snape was a man who scorned

  Now he had to hide

  they don't know where he resides

  But one day it will all come out

  he is innocent, I have no doubt!

• 
  Pass the Bread Please by Southern_Witch_69

  Harry didn't know what to do about Ginny.

  Her arse was getting just a bit too skinny.

  He'd just like his woman to have some extra meat.

  Extra cushion when pushin' was just hard to beat.

  He'd tried to put extra food on her plate

  before her boobs shared her arse's fate.

  He'd pondered on giving her a helpful potion

  but never went through with the motion.

  As he was contemplating on the words he'd choose,

  she skipped into the room and said she had big news.

  There was a reason for her body's recent change.

  She was pregnant and losing weight, how strange!

  She confessed that she wouldn't eat the plates he'd fill

  because her body, thanks to the baby, was very ill.

  However, she hoped that he wouldn't truly mind

  that before long she'd have a big tummy and fuller behind.

  Harry smiled and hugged her as tightly as he could.

  Things were working out exactly as they should.

  He'd think of his mind's next question another day:

  Would the huge belly, during sex, get in the way?

• 
  A Christmas Bedtime Story by notsosaintly

  Listen to the snow fall soft,

  My dears, listen.

  Gather 'round the fireplace at my feet and hear...

  Neville, watch those clumsy feet. Reparo!...

  Hear about the most unlikely of romances

  Ever to grace these walls.

  Once upon a time, before you were all born,

  A man with hair the color of Floo-tarnished soot

  Stalked these echoing halls.

  He was beleaguered at best by...well, by everyone,

  And the students nightly drove him to drink,

  But most especially one.

  As this one particular witch grew, both in stature and knowledge,

  The holiday season grew close at hand:

  One last Hogwarts Christmas of fun.

  And at the grand Yule Ball that had been held

  Every year since Merlin-only-knew-when,

  Bodies jiggled and danced with compulsion.

  And this bright and bold student...if I may be so bold to say...

  Thought it the grandest gesture to proposition

  A professor most looked upon with revulsion.

  Well, might I say that most present were properly shocked...

  Ron, quit sticking your tongue out at your brother...

  To see this student and this professor dancing together,

  Much less conversing with civil tongue.

  And many had to be picked up off the floor from a dead faint

  When, at the end of the evening, they left hand in hand

  To stand under the mistletoe which Minerva had hung.

  And there, their relationship began, though some tell it different,

  And not a drop of whisky had been had,

  Though others swear it must be so.

  But no one knows it better than I and your dear old father,

  And maybe a Great Hall filled with nosy students and gossiping professors,

  What transpired that night so long, long ago.

  So, don't let anyone tell you otherwise that your Mum and Dad...

  Harry, stop Petrifying Ginny ... Give me that wand!...

  Do not love each other as much as we do,

  Even though we may often argue.

  Each word that we say to each other, whether angry or glad,

  Is living proof that we love each other

  As much as we love each one of you.

  Now, my children...dear Harry, Ron, Neville and Ginny...your bedtime story is told.

  Christmas is tomorrow, and what a day it will be

  Since I feel my labor picking up pace!

  (I think I'll name the baby Minerva just to see the look on your father's face.)

  Sleep well, my Snapelings,

  Sweet dreams.

Humourless Haikus

• 
  by RobisonRocket

  The battle is won

  Her heart pounding in her throat,

  desp'rate to find him

  ------

  Tears streaming, heartache

  Searching among the carnage

  So many are dead

  ------

  She finds him, silent.

  Her arms slide around his neck

  She sobs in relief

• 
  by notsosaintly

  Tearful eyes doth mourn

  At oblivion's bleak brink

  A shroud sewn with stars

  In a crowd, alone

  Grief separates, isolates

  So close, yet so far

  Flames flicker in eyes

  Enkindling thoughts of revenge

  For sworn enemies

  Ashes to ashes

  Breath of godless wind defiles

  Scattering the dust

• 
  by notsosaintly

  Bright-eyed and bushy-haired,

  She awaits a lover's kiss

  Beneath mistletoe

  Dark and forbidding

  His glance brushes her figure

  With red and green hues

  Mistletoe above

  Green the leaves, red the berries

  Fair maiden beneath

  Sly as a jaguar

  An opportunity seized

  Slippery as snake

  Good evenings said

  Her prey trapped, or is it his?

  Eyes mirror desires

  Thus, a single kiss

  Sparked an unlikely affair

  Or p'raps 'twas spiked nog

Limerick Levity

• 
  by ladyinthecloak

  There once was a witch in the West

  Who thought she knew what was best

  So she went ahead

  Jumped out of bed

  The fandom was in for unrest.

  Soon joined by a witch in the South

  Like Snape's nose was the size of her mouth

  The archive grew

  'cause writers brew

  Sentences unlike Mr Louth.

  The first witch was happy until, dear lord

  'nother South'ner made her way to the board

  The first retaliated

  Breathlessly, admins waited

  Oh Merlin, didn't that strike some chord.

  Phoenix was asked with batted lashes

  Just as she slowly arose from the ashes

  To join the site

  So she took the bite

  And now misplaced commas she smashes.

  Once again, happiness abounded,

  But soon the witches were astounded

  New admins we need

  Will anyone heed?

  In the end, two new ones were up-rounded.

  Now six witches spent time archiving

  This website was seriously thriving

  All was so well

  Till one day rang the bell

  And in danced Severus, jiving.

  He praised one who isn't a saint

  for being ever so quaint

  'You know you rock'

  She breathed, 'Show me your cock'

  'Seriously, you're not for the faint.'

  Next, he looked at Sunshine

  'You're one witch quite fine'

  'Oh, Severus!

  Don't be ludicrous!'

  He sighed, 'I wish I had more time.'

  Severus continued to dance

  Occasionally, on a witch he'd prance,

  All witches would beam,

  That he'd joined the team,

  Although with commas, he'd not take a chance.

  The witches agreed not to be hounds

  Now every day joy just abounds

  The witches are happy,

  Sometimes even sappy,

  Language is cool, but Severus counts.

Drabble Diversions

• 
  by phoenix

  Darkness. It was all he could see. Once there had been a ray of light, but it was gone now. He had no idea if he would ever see it again. But the hope of seeing that ray of light was what kept him alive in this dank, miserable place. A part of him knew that he did not deserve to be here. But he also knew that no one would understand his past actions. They would think he deserved to be here.

  Where was his ray of light? His hope? The one who could give him freedom?

  Hermione Granger.

• 
  by phoenix

  Alone. Was this how he was always meant to be? Why did he even bother to ask that question anymore? He knew the answer. The Ministry had seen to that. And if he ever deigned to forget it, some greater power was there to remind him of it.

  His best friends?

  Gone.

  His lover?

  Gone.

  Her loss was tragic. For a long time he had resisted his desire to be accepted and loved by another. Finally, he had given in. Those few short months had been wonderful, but in the end, she had been taken from him.

  Goodbye, Nymphadora Lupin.

• 
  by phoenix

  Relief. It was over. It was finally over. The pile of ashes at his feet was all that was left of his nemesis, of the evil... creature that had threatened all of Britain, and maybe later the world.

  Silence. But for how much longer would that last? Soon, everyone would want to celebrate. He was not in the mood. What was there to celebrate? So many had been lost. So many had their lives cut short. He tried not to think about it. There was time to grieve later. For now, they needed their hero.

  That was Harry Potter's destiny.

• 
  by notsosaintly

  A lone stocking hung by a peg on the mantle, holey from years of use – or disuse as the case was. It was a sad looking stocking: dark and lank like its owner.

  Fireplaces throughout the wizarding world had been springing to life this merry eve, sparking red, Flooing green. A jolly house-elf hopped out at each location, leaving the poorest of wizards and witches things for which they ardently wished.

  And finally, the very last stop on the list: a dark and dank dungeon that usually those with greater wisdom shunned. But Christmas was not a night for wisdom, but giving and caring ... and sometimes charity.

  As the house-elf popped out one last time, close to dawn, his erstwhile helper followed and took a deep breath. "I suppose this is where I leave you, Dobby. My only regret is that this stocking is too small."

  "I's sure Master Severus won't mind if his present is not exactly inside," the elf replied, and winking, he Disapparated with a Pop!

  In the morning, the occupant of said dark and dank dungeon awoke and shuffled out of his bedchambers to see a stocking as dark and lank as he had left it the night before. For an instant, his heart sank once again, and his gaze dropped with it. And lo! There on the rug in front of the fireplace sat ... his heart's mostly desired wish, smiling up at him.

  Master Severus blinked and formed the word he was sure would never fall aloud from his lips: "Hermione?"