Allusion Poetry Final

I sit at the
top of the class,
yet
the bottom of the ladder.

No one wants to be
friends
with the studious,
awkward,
academically driven
know-it-all.

I wonder.

There was no one,
none for months.

Then there were two.

Courageous and bold,
witty and brave.
Determined and kind
with clever mind.

The second behind her
was quirky and true.

Qualities I could
see in me,
as well as
learn from.

I was dragged out into the open,
into adventure,
into life.

We conversed of wands,
professors and O.W.L.S,
Yule Ball dates and
quidditch
over pitchers of butterbeer.

As I spent time with them,
I gained and learned.
Witty and brave,
courageous and bold;
those qualities
became mine.

Still studious,
I'm perched at
the top of the world.

And for that,
I believe
10 points to Gryffindor.