Lily about James:

The idiot holding a snitch

Resembles a permanent itch.

Scratching the spot,

Relieve—it does not!

To glimpse his sight makes me twitch!

James to Lily:

Lily whose fair eyes are green;

My heart and mine eyes crown you queen.

For wherever I go,

The pleasures I know

Suddenly seem oddly obscene.

James about Lily:

The girl with magnificent power;

Her name holds the sound of a flower.

She's the one I hold dear

Even though I do fear,

The sight of her wand makes me cower!