Half blood.
I grew up with magic,
It flowed through my blood
Around my life.

Muggle born.
But with magic.
She made flowers
And flew through the sky
In front of her envious sister.

you’re a witch.’
I said, smiling with joy
She looked angry
I am not!’ she cried.

They came for us, 
To go to the school-
Hogwarts, school of witchcraft.

One of four houses
She into Gryffindor- Slytherin.

Getting older
We drift apart…
But no matter what-
I love her.

The End

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