I was rummaging under Pete's bed just a minute ago looking for one of my trainers next to a pile of sweet wrappers and I find this disgusting piece of rubbish:
Dear Evans,
You dwell deep in my heart.
I've got daring and never and chivalry.
We mustn't be apart.
Your wit beyond measure,
Is my greatest treasure.
and. You're unafraid of toil.
You've got no Slytherin in you.
Meet me under the tallest tree at the lake after dinner?
-Your Secret Admirer
It doesn't even RHYME! It's not poetic at all! If he's going to die, he should do it with style. and honestly? He stole all of that from the Sorting hat, and ripped it's wisdom to shreds. Beastly thing to do. Anyway. It's disgusting and there were others much like it. The worst of it, yes, there are worse things than his attempt at poetry, is that he tried to blame it on Peter! And it's clearly belonging to James! His handwriting and all. You'd think that with all the wit he has to pull off a prank would give him enough sense to modify is handwriting. Then, perhaps, if I didn't know all, being God and all, I'd assume Pete fancied the barking mad girl.
I really hope James didn't send one of these to Evans. She's rip his face off in a second. If she knew as well as God(Me, obviously) .
I should probably tell Pete. Nah, he'd tell James. He'd ruin everything.
Just heard a shriek from the Common Room. Owl was attacking Evans. She set the letter from it on fire upon reading it. James nowhere to be found. The poof can't make it more obvious. I hope he hates his skin. Sure Evans has the steady hands and necessary tools to pull off such a procedure.