seven devils between two lungs
astrid malfoy, the girl in divination
amazingly beautiful, but her grades were a-quiverin'
she just lacked imagination
the oh-so-cynical little slytherin
james sirius potter, the pranking fool
although he was frequently misunderstood
always viewed as Gryffindor's golden tool
he tried studying whenever he could
it took them both a while
for feelings to develop for the other
she was just oh-so-volatile
help was found, gifted by james' little brother
of course, life was never perfect; especially after she ran,
ruining such a talented young man.
a/n: something I rustled up in fifteen minutes to check my Shakespearian sonnet-writing skills were still in check. They sort of are. The internet most certainly helped with rhyming. (some might not rhyme because rhyming is difficult okay) r&r please! xoxo (for someone with a fondness for grammar and punctuation, i love lowercase letters. deal with it.)