J.K Rowling wishes
with a flick of the wand
and sparks up an illusion
when trying to see the real blueprint
inside the Cafe of Rumours
And I’ve just walked in to be greeted by Gary Trotter
“Have just seen your house-elf, Gobby. And I mean that for viewers, regarding your script on our conflict in the story...I wasn’t saying you’re out of hand with words, and it’s coming from your mouth.”
He said, as I told Sid I wanted a cup of tea, and two slices of jam toast.
“I’m sure Ricky is elsewhere, thinking he’s glad you never copied and had the same as him. Because he’s got sandwiches, tuna and mayo paste, not caring how the stuff is made, he just loves the taste.”
Putting on an invisibility cloak, I said
“To get to Diagon Alley, he doesn’t have to walk through The Nags Head pub.
I heard rumours about him being in Harry’s antique shop, because Del could see him walk past a doorway, when he was looking through the window.”
“I heard about that, too.” Gary replied, lifting up a sheet from his notepad. “I believe he was having an argument with someone, who had been trapped for a second Friday in October’s hour-glass. By the way, I can see through what you’re wearing.
I knew you saw your Aunty Barbara in their one day, but the Pound Shop has closed in the Grosvenor Centre now, hasn’t it?
Not sure where her five children are living, but you beat Shaun, Dean, Wayne, Nicholas, and Philip.”
As Sid brought over the tea and toast
he said “Did he come in, or have I seen a ghost?”
“Having gone through my notes. That’s something you’re not supposed to know.
Only a joke, have you got it?
But I do want to get close to the person who has been putting hair in your porridge.”