IYD: Stanza
Short Haul Comp.
"Oliver, I need help. I'm trying to write a poem for my darling Angelina," George Weasley said, collapsing onto his Captain's bed and sighing. "Nothing can describe her true beauty, though!"
Oliver threw a sock at the ginger and snorted. "I'm sure you'll come up with some mess of ridiculous stanzas for her. As long as it doesn't distract you from Quidditch."
"Oh, honestly, Oliver, when are you going to fall in love? Get a life!"
He blushed. "I've got a life."
"Who is it?"
No answer.
"It must be Katie."
"Oh, shut it!"