Keeps And Peeps

That Friday prior to the Christmas eve

From my buddies as I took leave,

After discussing our winning goal

And my role in the Christmas carol.

Will it work - their tip ?

I thought as I felt a little moody.

Suddenly I sensed a grip

Of someone in a black hoodie.

Neither did my heart beat rise

Nor did my throat gave out any cries.

The looter was at his task

Before I was about to ask.

He stood petrified 

At what he found 

And disapparated terrified

At my acquaintances' sound.

I uttered no word

For I knew why he came for me - 

To ensure what he heard

That the possessor - it's me.

No protection charms 

Can prevent these harms

Its Voldemort's wand I keep

No wonder into my bag people peep.