Chapter 14
Fidgeting nervously in his chair, Neville waited anxiously for the morning post to arrive. He'd hardly touched his porridge and his goblet was still full to the brim with pumpkin juice. He simply could not eat at a time like this. He stole a glance up at Professor Grene. She was sitting on the teacher's dais, (next to Severus of course) as usual, and she looked absolutely beautiful—at least, in Neville's opinion anyway. Of course, he thought that she looked beautiful everyday.
The sudden screech of a great Barn owl heralded the arrival of the morning's mail. As owls of all different shapes, sizes, and colors swooped in, Neville's eyes glued themselves to Professor Grene with the force of a permanent sticking charm. Parcels and post rained down in their usual brown paper glory, but Rosemary blinked in surprise when a letter fell into her lap. She hadn't had post in quite a while couldn't imagine who would be writing to her. Breaking the seal, she opened the envelope and pulled out a small piece of parchment. On it was poem, written in a sprawling script:
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Sugar is Sweet
But not as sweet as You!
She glanced curiously at Severus, who was calming eating his scrambled eggs, indifferent to the mysterious letter. Chalk it up to momentary insanity but for a fleeting second she actually considered asking him if he had written it. Yet even as she thought of this, she realized that even considering the idea was absolutely ludicrous.
Staring out at the sea of black robes, she wondered idly who could have possibly sent her this sweet, albeit childish, poem.
