You, you're just out of his league
Young and f.r.e.c.k.l.y and immature
Daughter of a war hero,
used to the /prying\ and the fame.
With a big, happy family.
He's an orphan,
and he's used to being [alone].
He's okay with it, really,
but you know you aren't.
You seem to always need people
(but you've always felt a little needy,
haven't you, Lily?)
You, you're flawed and imperfect
Emotional and passionate
with fiery hair that matches a
fiery temper.
He's still and put-together,
calm, cool, comforting.
You, who's ten years younger by
the almost p\r\e\c\i\s\e day.
and him,
who has a
silver-haired, blue-eyed
Veela beauty by his side.
You're not sure all the differences
are worth it
but damn it all to hell,
you're going to try anyways.
For Camp Potter; Tuesday.