The hall is not big
But it has memories
While people frown when dinning
Others smile after dinning
Hopes to get back to Alphabeta continues to count
Prefect on higher tables command
While masters roar the hall to a standstill
The hall is a world on its own
Where the well to do and the beggars dine.
From the Poem Book of Victor's Oright.
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