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…