So, I was reading Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, and this sort of popped into my head. It's not about any main character; just one of the nameless masses that attend the school.
Hope you enjoy. My poetry is far from incredible.
My "boyfriend" is Ravenclaw, but I'm a Gryffindor.
You'd think that I'd change my mind, but I just love him more.
Boys in Ravenclaw are bright, that much is plain to see,
Gryffindor girls got guts; I suppose that that means me.
I give him a smile when I see him in the hall,
Or during Potions, or Charms, or any time at all.
I love to make him laugh, my darling Ravenclaw boy,
To see his face light up always fills my heart with joy.
Of course, I try to help whenever I am able,
With homework, quills, and sometimes at the breakfast tables.
He gives me a special thanks, a funny thing to do,
For whenever I help him, he tells me "I love you,"
I know he doesn't mean it, but, still, it makes me smile,
For I do love the boy, and have for quite a while.
So ends the poem of a lonely Gryffindor girl,
Maybe one day, I can give those blessed words a whirl.
I hope that wasn't too bad.
Just wondering, do Gryffindors even have any classes with Ravenclaws?
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