No evil scheming left to do,
With a whole day ahead of you,
What is there to do?
You can’t go out and have a Butterbeer,
People would scream and run in fear.
You can’t go for a ride through the sky,
Heck, you don’t even know how to fly.
You can’t play Quidditch on team,
When you approached the coach,
He would run and scream.
Wizard’s chess?
If you lost,
You might have to torture your opponent,
And who wants to do that on their day off?
Exploding Snap?
Forget that.
Relax by a lake?
Talk to your snake?
No evil scheming left to do,
With a whole day ahead of you,
What is there to do?