Loony Lovegood looking girl,
Leaning right to see,
With swoosh of magic silver hair,
The curly mess of me.
A flick of leveosa wrist
is all she has to do,
To trap my fickle, beating heart
Devils snared straight through.
A flash of misty, ocean eyes,
An unusual sort of smile,
Enough to make me wish I could,
With polyjuice, beguile.
Or perhaps bring in a bogart,
And save her from her fears,
And mend her broken spirit
With salty Phoenix tears.
The trouble is my tendency
To seem as thestrals do,
Invisible to naked eye,
Or curious and new.
But lovely Luna looking girl,
With magic silver hair,
Leaning to the right to look,
And pause, and then just stare…
Right there
To where
I’m not.
I stop.
I turn to smoking cup.
I read the omens writ within.
I keep my mouth held shut.