Encounter
The beautiful flower captures,
My interest, leading me in,
The petals so soft,
As the caress my skin,
I breathe in the aroma,
As the blossom lightly smiles,
Warming me with its gentle beams,
Of light, so wonderfully mild,
But what else do I see,
A boy, not much older then me,
I step away from his sad sight,
As he smiles, simply,
He's broad, thin, and white,
With hollow eyes, to stare,
His jet black hair, a sorry sight,
As though he never cared,
But then he did something most horrid,
Saying it almost gleefully,
He said that I was a mere witch,
And he blushed very slightly,
Fury then runs through my veins,
How could he say a thing?!
I turn away in anger,
And run away from my Severus to be…
