Tag: Boggarts
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The Boggart
When milk turns sour and the time’s not right,And objects vanish from out of sight,When noises sound in the dead of night,The imp’s playing its game. When doors are locked without a key,When four socks washed change to three,When papers shuffle without a breeze,There’s only one to blame. When laughter’s heard and no-one’s there,Or an…