Poetry Readings

It all started after Mr. Venice started teaching about poetry. Ginny always thought poetry was a little dorky but after Mr. V taught her a little about it, she found that it could be pretty fun! she wasn't a very good poet, and
anyone could tell that.

"Princess Bella Mae
Awake all night, she slept all day
Upon her head she wore a crown
Problem was, it was upside down!
So now you know why they say
Never EVER get directions from Princess Bella Mae!' "

'That was slightly terrible,' she thought. She liked doing it. It was the reading it after word that was the problem.

She didn't like to admit that she was bad at anything. She trudged slowly up the stairs to her bedroom. When she got there, she saw her friends grinning from ear to ear.

"What is it?" she asked staring at them. That was when Marie, a small Gryffindor 5th year, pulled a letter from behind her back.


It was still sealed, thank god! She tore it open and read, her eyes widening as the girls prodded her to read.

'So fair and sweet
the lovely lass
Hair like the sunrise
Eyes like new grass.
With a voice as sweet as a summer breeze
And manners gentle as a fawn,
So sweet is that lass of mine
And eyes the color of the dawn.
Oh Ginny dear with smile sweet,
your heart is good enough to eat.

I love you Ginny Weasley.'

Ginny's cheeks blushed crimson as she searched the page and envelope for a name. There was none. The girls were squealing and giggling all around her. "I bet I know who did it!" Marie grabbed it. She took it from Ginny's hands and started to read aloud. "Give it back!" She ran around and finally caught it, running into her bedroom. On the third step, she tripped, but continued running.

She saw a tiny red owl drop a letter and drop a letter.

'I see her tiny sprite like form

Run upstairs to reach her dorm

And as she trips on the third stair

Her uniform robe bottoms flare.'

Ginny looked around and started to blush. "Is there someone here?" She looked around once more, and climbed into bed, slightly scared. "If anyone's here, please go away!" She wiped a stray tear away. She clutched her teddy bear, Ander, and yawned.

When she woke up, she saw another letter on the table.

'My precious goddess rests to sleep

And in her head she's counting sheep

She clutches to her teddy bear

She doesn't know I'm standing there.'

And yet she didn't feel as scared as one would think. She pulled on her robes. She walked into the bathroom and got herself ready. "Well bye. Whoever you are………"