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to hear your language, from across continents, when the mind gets infested with Dementors.

Dear Tonks,

Compositus Modestus for your mind
Expecto Patronum for your thoughts
It's times like these that make me wish
I was a wizard and you were a witch

A spell here, to clean the mess
A spell there, for happiness
A bit of potion, if I could make
A little stress, away - I would take

Would fly on the broom and reach there
Or the Floo network to be where you are
I wish so much, I really do
To take these problems away from you
To take you in my arms and fly away
Where it's only fun, joy and play