New LOON. And now a congratulatory filk!

[quigonginger]

No: HPFGUIDX 130231

--- In HPforGrownups at yahoogroups.com, "Amanda Geist" <editor at t...> 
wrote:
> O-kay.
> 
> She did it.
> 
> Betsy has impressed the socks off me with this post. (snip)
> Betsy, if you are not already a L.O.O.N.**, I recognize you as a 
sister on
> the basis of your lunatic attention to canon detail and the 
skillfull
> braiding of same into a coherent pattern. An owl will be along 
shortly to
> give you the password to the special wing of the library.
> 
> ~Amanda, founding L.O.O.N.
> 
> *League Of Obsessive Nitpickers, whose devotion to canon detail 
puts them in
> a class (and only *sometimes* a padded room, thank you) by 
themselves.
> **Our first president, Joywitch, accidentally used the L.O.O.N. 
records as
> tinder when trying to prepare a cooking fire in a hurry when a 
preschool
> field trip strayed too near her cave; they have not yet been 
reconstructed.

Ginger:  I hope the preschoolers will be reconstructed soon.

Betsy, congratulations on your LOONhood.  It has been a very long 
time since anyone has been honoured in this way.  This calls for a 
filk!  So, Betsy, this one's for you.

Voldy in My Mind with Visions to the tune of Lucy in the Sky with 
Diamonds by the Beatles.


Harry (singing to himself)

Picture yourself in a hall in a basement
With blue lights and doors- beyond them a prize.
Hear your self speaking, quite high-pitched and coldly
And find you've herpetical eyes.

Always the doorway with sights yet unseen
Runs in the dreams in your head.
Ron's fateful snoring comes as a surprise,
And it's gone.

Voldy in My Mind with Visions
(repeat)

Bowing low down is a man with the knowledge 
Of Prophecy records and what therein lies.
Rookwood now grovels- you thank him profusely.
Your voice is so cold and so high.

Summoned now, Avery appears at the door
Wishing he could run away.
Look in the glass, at your serpentine skull
And it's gone.

Voldy in My Mind with Visions
(repeat)

Picture yourself in a hall in a basement,
Your arms reaching outward to capture the prize.
Suddenly you're with your friends in your bedroom
With no more herpetical eyes.


Ginger, hoping Betsy likes the Beatles