Green Rogues and Red Rabble
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Beneath the towers, candlelight,
Where stairways wander every night,
Two houses swore they'd never stand
With wand in wand and hand in hand.
The lions roared, the serpents hissed,
Then somehow someone got the gist:
“Perhaps the ancient feud can wait —
There’s pudding getting cold on plates.”
So red met green beneath the roof,
And friendship offered living proof
That centuries of noble pride
Can lose to idiots side by side.
A lion on the left,
A serpent on the right,
Both looking slightly mad
By candlelight.
No ancient noble crest,
No dignity in sight—
But Merlin help the fool
Who says it isn’t right.
GREEN ROGUES!
RED RABBLE!
Raise your glasses to the hall!
Two houses, one disaster,
And we wouldn’t change at all!
Let the banners hang above us,
Let the old traditions shout—
Two houses! One gang!
No heraldic dignity!
And that’s what love’s about!
Sir Nowak wears his noble name
With all the grace of someone famed
For turning every solemn thing
Into a joke fit for a king.
Beside him Hermione will sigh,
Then fail completely not to smile.
For every scheme he proudly starts,
She knows the map inside his heart.
And Lucjan, bard of grand renown,
Will add three titles to his crown,
While Cecylia smiles sweetly near—
Which usually means:
Run. She has an idea.
A “darling” here,
A “little bean” there,
An insult thrown
With tender care.
For what is love
In castle halls,
If not affection
With occasional magical brawls?
GREEN ROGUES!
RED RABBLE!
Raise your glasses to the hall!
Two houses, one disaster,
And we wouldn’t change at all!
Let the portraits complain loudly,
Let the suits of armour shout—
Two houses! One gang!
No heraldic dignity!
And that’s what love’s about!
There’s Harry watching all this grow,
With that familiar look of: “No.”
Dean already understands
The safest choice is clapping hands.
Ginny grins — which means beware.
There’s probably trouble somewhere there.
And Ron, though no one told him why,
Has somehow joined the battle cry.
One table green, one table red,
At least according to what’s said—
But give this lot an hour or two,
And no one knows who sits with who.
Who put the lion with the snake?
WE DID!
Who thought that crest was a mistake?
NO ONE IMPORTANT!
Who gave Sir Nowak another title?
LUCJAN!
Was that necessary?
ABSOLUTELY NOT!
And who is responsible for all of this?
...
NO ONE REMEMBERS!
Red to green!
Green to red!
Share the sweets
And steal the bread!
Wands up high,
Pride down low!
Where this ends,
No one knows!
Gryffindor!
Slytherin!
Lose with grace
And cheat to win—
Not at Quidditch!
...Probably.
Just don’t let McGonagall hear.
But when the jokes have all been told,
And castle corridors grow cold,
When every torch burns soft and low
And even moving stairways slow—
The colours matter less somehow.
No lion.
No serpent.
Only now.
A hand to hold when things go wrong,
A friend who knows where you belong.
A girl who sees behind the jest.
A boy who knows you at your best.
Two fools in love, another pair,
And friends who simply chose to care.
No Sorting Hat could ever see
The family they chose to be.
GREEN ROGUES!
RED RABBLE!
Raise your voices through the hall!
Two houses, one disaster,
And we’ll proudly take the fall!
Let the founders argue somewhere,
We have figured something out:
Two houses! One gang!
No heraldic dignity!
And that’s what love’s about!
GREEN ROGUES!
RED RABBLE!
Lion roaring, serpent curled!
Different colours on the banners—
Same ridiculous little world.
And if anyone should ask us
What this nonsense is about:
We chose each other.
That’s the secret.
That’s what Hogwarts
Should be about.
Red and green,
Side by side.
Plenty of trouble,
Very little pride.
Lion and serpent,
Under one sky—
Friends by choice,
Until we die.
...or detention.
Whichever comes first.