• I was at my locker.
    Number 4043.
    He was walking down the hall.
    Our eyes met.
    I shut my locker and he was walking toward me.
    Pale blue eyes, Hair as dark as a midnight sky.
    Tall, and freckled.
    He had everything.
    Looks, and brains.
    All he needed to complete that equation, was me.
    x=?+L=?*2
    A tripped at the sight of him.
    I fell over, and my books dropped.
    He picked them up with me and out hands met.
    The next week, he asked me out with a Harry Potter Proposal.
    He said,"Your red hair, like a freshly born rose. Your eyes, as green as the Slytherin crest. Lucy, you are beautiful. Now walk down these hallowed corridors with me."
    I said yes and sighed.
    More than I could have ever asked for.
    x=J+L=<3*2