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The Deathday Party

On October 23rd 2007, the society dressed in black to remember and discuss those characters that had lost their lives over the course of the books. In addition to this, some members composed tributes or eulogies to some of their favourite characters.

Eulogies and Memorials
Consequences

Eulogies and Memorials

Sirius Black

He was great!

Cat, Hufflepuff

To All Dead People

There isn’t a choice,
There isn’t a way,
To stop it, come what may.
A potion, a wand, a knife!
No matter what, there’s an end to life!
Is that the end? Will he be reborn?
Say the people as they mourn.
Is there a heaven or what’s in Dumbledore’s text,
Who knows what happens next.

Cat, Hufflepuff

Bellatrix Lestrange

Bad
Evil
Lestrange
Lies.
Also
The
Racist
Intolerant
Xenophobe.

Laurel, Hufflepuff

An Obituary for Fred Weasley: 1^st April 1977 - June 1997

Fred’s first known act was to turn his brother’s teddy bear into a spider, causing Ron’s life long fear of arachnids. In a way this epitomizes Fred; he was always a joker and sought the amusing in everything. Indeed, he even found the funny side of his twin brother George’s losing an ear, by calling him ‘Lug-less’ (DH).

Fred was also prone to taunting his mother -

‘Fred, you next,’ the plump woman said.

‘I’m not Fred, I’m George,’ said the boy. ‘Honestly, woman, call yourself our mother? Can’t you tell I’m George?’

‘Only joking, I am Fred,’ said the boy, and off he went. (PS, p. 70)

Fred was evidently a very talented joker:

‘So we’ve just got to try on a hat!’ Ron whispered to Harry. ‘I’ll kill Fred, he was going on about wrestling a troll.’ (PS, p. 89)

It is then, not surprising that Fred sought to make a career out of his jokes. This was once a cause of great distress to his mother Molly Weasley, who was not at all happy at first that her son’s greatest ambition was to open a joke shop:

‘Mum thought we’d been duelling,’ said George.

‘Well, we haven’t had a chance to get premises yet,’ said Fred, dropping his voice even lower as Mrs Weasley mopped her brow with a scarf before returning to the attack, ‘so we’re running it as a mail-order service at the moment. We put advertisements in the Daily Prophet last week.’ (OOTP, p. 98)

Fred was also an exceptional Beater:

Once a Bludger decided to come pelting his way, more like a cannon ball than anything, but Harry dodged it and Fred Weasley came chasing after it.

‘All right there, Harry?’ he had time to yell, as he beat the Bludger furiously towards Marcus Flint. (PS, p. 138)

And he was also exceedingly generous, refusing to allow Harry to pay for his tricks at their shop, remembering that he had given them their ‘start up loan’ (HBP).

Fred always wanted to be in the action:

‘The Order is comprised only of overage wizards,’ he [Lupin] said. ‘Wizards who have left school,’ he added, as Fred and George opened their mouths. ‘There are dangerous involved of which you can have no idea, any of you…’

Therefore, it is fitting that Fred should’ve died defending the world from You-Know-Who. We shall remember him as a brave, funny young man. One with a lively spirit, and who attempted once to send an ill Harry Potter a toilet seat as a get well present!

Laurel, Hufflepuff

Hedwig Haiku

White feathers
Fly high, faithful friend:
Killing Curse.

Natasha, Ravenclaw

A Limerick for Fred

There once was a wizard called Fred,
Who is now so tragically dead:
He fought to the end,
George’s twin and best friend,
That mischievous, funny redhead.

Natasha, Ravenclaw

Sweet Times

Dumbledore stared at Harry over his glasses, who sat across from him, behind his desk.

“Harry, Mr Filch found you outside the kitchens again, carrying a lot of food. What exactly did you need with all that?”

“Err… well, professor, we are studying and got hungry. Working is hard!”

“Yes. It is.” I remember well, Dumbledore thought to himself.

He thought back to the says when he and Grindewald studied hard together. They did exactly the same thing.

“Albus, I brought food that we can snack on. Here, have some honey,” he said, throwing some honey over Albus’ face. “Oooh, let me clean that up…” as he licked it off Albus’s face and worked his way down… [NEXT SCENE DELETED]

“Professor? Can I go?”

“Oh? Of course, Harry. Sorry, I was just thinking…”

Cat, Hufflepuff

Pidwigdeon’s Ode to Hedwig

I’m always looking for that white thing,
Hedwig, you’re the thing that made my life complete,
I used to find you in the strangest places,
Places I never thought you would be.

Sometimes I found you in the owlry,
Sometimes in the dormitory,
Who can deny the joy you did bring,
When you delivered your special things,
Now you’re flying in my dreams.

Sometimes when I wake up in the morning,
I forget I’m now a solitary owl,
I find no comfort in the words of others,
A simple hoot can make me laugh or cry.

We had the deepest friendship,
The kind I will cherish all my life,
And you know how much that means,
Because we had a special thing,
We’d be flying without wings.

So, impossible, that it may seem,
We had to fight for every dream,
Coz who was to know, Hagrid would’ve let you go,
My life is no longer complete.

Well for me, it was waking up beside you,
To see the sunrise on your face,
To know that I could have said I love you,
In any given time or place.

It was the little things that only I knew,
Those were things that made you mine,
It was like flying without wings,
You were my special thing,
We were flying without wings.

And you made my life begin,
You taught me everything,
I’ll take you flying in my wings
And that’s the joy I bring you
I’ll take you flying in my wings.

Ali, Gryffindor

Mad-Eye Moody

Alas Alastor
We grieve you so
Such an Auror
An effin hard mofo

It was three school years since we met you first
With always the hip flask to quench your thirst
Such a grat character, you were the bees-nees
What with you eye that rotated three sixty degrees

The new DADA teacher, probably just for the year
But of course it wasn’t you it was Bartemius Crouch Junior
You missed quite a contest, all that goblet of fire funk
And then Dumbledore found you locked in your trunk

Oh why must I write this? It seems so unfair
Why did JK do it? Did she not care?
And to think of how you reached your mortal doom
Evil Tom Riddle knocked you off of your broom

Your death came to us so early on
I didn’t want to think you really had gone
Not to help Harry or be there at the end
Farewell dearest Mad-Eye, you were a great friend.

Ali, Gryffindor

Consequences

Because this game isn't just for twelve-year-old girls. Here's a selection of some of the cleaner results. (Read down the columns.)