James

I look at him and
Wonder if I can just
Reach out and take his hand.

I remember what he did
This morning by the lake
And wonder if my feelings
Are something I can take.

But I've concealed
My feelings well,
And I fear that
However many words I say
His heart will not be healed.

I see him now
And wonder why
I convinced myself
I hated this guy.

Lily looked up from her writing. James sat with his friends across the common room. How could she ever tell him? She'd hated him for years. She was too proud to just "give in" to him. She thought of something, suddenly. She jabbed the parchment with her wand and a sketch of a Golden Snitch appeared in one corner, along with her initials. She took it up to the owlery. He'd get it in the morning.