I welcome the first years of this new era!
I am but an old hat with no flair for drama.
I tell a tale from the past to the present,
From the Founders to their followers of current.
One school, four houses for the four founders,
Four ideals, also four distinct cultures.
On their own, they think themselves strong.
The dark times have proven this to be wrong.
Sweet words and false promises were the Dark Lord’s tools,
Armed with wisdom, Rowena’s people cannot be fooled.
To those tempted, knowledge they taught,
To the Dark Lord, new followers come naught.
Whilst the enemy and his minions wrecks homes and hope,
Helga’s workers assist and help the broken - to cope.
Showed that every single soul could help the sick get well,
One’s effort no matter how small, could tip the scale.
Godric’s soldiers stood in front of the battle line,
They refused to face this darkness by the sideline.
Many a-battle were fought and won,
Many a-hero’s light, shone and was gone.
Cunning Salazar’s followers were the least suspect,
Their entry to the enemy’s rank was left unchecked.
For the longest time, their efforts received no thanks,
Secretly sabotaged the enemy within its own flanks.
To the return of the light, each had played their part,
Separate yet in harmony, like the wheels of a cart.
Because of the four houses, the balance had returned.
The peace we now share was rightfully earned.
I will sort each student to the house that fits them best,
Enjoy your house, but remain open to the rest.
Together, the four houses will always be strong.
In dark times as well as the light, remember my song.