Poetry

Whoa.  We THOUGHT this was going to be fun.  But it really wasn't.  That's why the chapter is so short.  Hey, we didn't even write this poem.  Wormmon did.

That night, St. John was the only one awake in the Hufflepuff dorm room.  The only sound in the air was Lance snoring in the bed on top of his.  He sighed and wondered why he couldn't get any sleep.

He rolled over and thought about Angelina Johnson.  Before he knew it, a smile and crept in but he quickly shook it off.  HE, the well known mentally unstable Pyromaniac, couldn't possibly be falling in love!  Perhaps it could be another side effect of his uncontrollable insanity?

Who was he kidding?  Angelina Johnson…she didn't even know his name.

"What am I going to do?" St. John said, reaching under his bed and pulling out a piece of parchment and a quill.  He paused and wondered what he was doing but before he could question himself fully, he was already writing furiously…and his inspiration was Angelina.

Do you remember? The day we met
If I close my eyes, there you are
Tears flowing, all alone
Hurt and lost

He stared at the paper.  Had he really come up with such a thing?  His eyes were now growing heavy and he shoved the parchment under his bed and lied down, closing his eyes and seeing only Angelina.

Even if you can't see where you're going
Even if your heart stumbles
I promise you, I'll search for you
Your courage makes me smile

The next morning, St. John's first class was Charms.  He walked with Lance, hearing, yet not listening, to his endless rants about how boring the school day was.  For some reason, St. John had a skip in his step.  For some reason, he knew that today would be a good one.

For some reason, Angelina Johnson was in his Charms class.

"What's up?" Lance said, waving his hand in from of St. John's face.  "Anybody home?"

"Uh…what?" St. John said, breaking out of his trance.

"Looks like we're doubled up with the goody-goody Gryffindors today." Lance said, rolling his eyes.  "Let's find a seat."

Lance pulled St. John right by where Angelina was sitting.  Their eyes locked momentarily but not for more than a second.

St. John let his mind wander, looking over at Angelina every time the teacher even so much as glanced in the opposite direction.  He quickly discovered that she was doing the same thing.  Then she began writing and then passed the folded piece of parchment to the girl next to her.  The paper was passed down through the whole row of people until it finally reached St. John.

Written on the outside of the folded paper was the word 'Ron'.

St. John furiously unfolded it and read what was inside.

Someday we'll fly in the sky
I can fly for you
Kick away cowardice and weakness
The future you dreamed of, the future I dreamed of
You're not alone
Don't give up

It was a poem!  A beautiful composition of love!

St. John knew what he had to do.  He immediately decided to write back.

The shapeless horizon
The evening sun melts
Even if it seems as if a freezing night has come
Don't be afraid, I'll be by your side

Even if you're far away
And there are times we can't be close together
I'm always, always thinking of you
That's why I can be strong

Would she like it?  She HAD to like it!  He had poured his heart into it to be sure that she would like it!

"Charles, if you wanted to randomly insert phrases in the middle of the story, why don't you just write a songfic?" Beast asked suddenly.

"A songfic?" Professor Xavier said, perking up.  "Now how come didn't I think of that?"

"I don't know." Said Beast.

"Yes…but that arises a dilemma…" Professor Xavier said.  "What song?"

"Well…maybe we could change the plot?" Beast suggested.  "We could fast forward to the point in time which they all relearned their powers back… and now they have to leave."

"Oh…poor St. John." Said Professor Xavier sadly.  "Parting will be such sweet sorrow for him and Angelina."

"Maybe Angelina can come with them!" said Beast.

"I like it!" Professor Xavier said, pointing his finger up into the air.