Deatheater

From Flourish & Blots 

To Borgin & Burkes' 

I solemnly swear, that I am up to no good. 

I will take to my quill 

Putting poison to words, 

White Wyvern Pub: Hanged, my verse. 

To The Coffin House Crew 

Raising dead from ground, 

I grabbed an old lantern from FlimFlam's Mouth. 

A shrunken search at Noggin & Bonce 

Then bought my ticket 

For the late Knight Bus! 

It was there I waited, for the mark to call 

And it was there I sang, the bibbidi song: 

Bibbidi Babbage, Bibbidi bone, 

With a twist and a crunch of Charity's throat, 

Bibbidi Burbage - Bibbidi stunned, 

Bibbidi Rabbit - Bibbidi gone! 

Avada Cadavre! 

...Mischief Managed.