Disclaimer: I don't own anybody.
Prompt: Ice
Character: Roxanne Weasley
She g l i d e s like a ballerina
Across the frozen lake, snow on her face
(And in her heart,
But not really)
She's got a reputation to keep, you know
I C E Q U E E N
Dressed in bronze and blue, daughter of a jokester
The complete opposite of her fun-loving brother
It's not that she's guarded
(Except she totally is)
It's just that with a family as large as hers,
She's got a desire for s p a c e
And she's as stubborn as any Gryffindor
So she learns to demand her space
She also learns how to attract attention
But o n l y the kind she wants
That is, respect, awe, and wonder
So, she d a n c e s on the ice,
Skates gracefully over the lake,
Moves her body as fluidly as any ballerina
Because she's the ice queen in more than just heart
Boys throw r o s e s at her feet,
Hooting and whistling and asking her out
She refuses, because they have no idea who she is
Or how to skate straight into her i c y heart
There's really only one who could do that
(Yeah, of course there's a boy
There's always a boy
That's just how these things work)
(His name is Lysander, in case you're interested)
And he's got these mint-green eyes,
Covered by a mop of sunshine curls
And when he s m i l e s,
She can feel the ice in her heart
meltmeltmelting
He's spring, see, sweet and fresh and gorgeous
And she's winter, cold and harsh and i c y
They don't go together
U n c o m p a t i b l e
So, she'll just dance on the ice like she owns it
And she kinda does
She kinda owns everything
Except that which matters most
His sweet, spring heart, forever given to another
(And Molly's s u m m e r, and so they're perfect)
And all you can do is skate on ice
Becase you're w i n t e r – g i r l
And winter doesn't match with spring
Author's Notes: Roxanne/Lysander/Molly—now there's a love triangle you don't see too often XD I'm not too fond of this for no reason I can discern, but I do hope you all enjoyed this regardless! Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed! Please continue to do so =P Thanks!
