another narrative poem, this time, not harry's PoV, this is a combination
from the movie and the book, this happened at the Burrow


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She woke up one fine morning
for just an ordinary day
She ran downstairs, still yawning
then someone took her breath away
He looked up and said hello
Her heartbeat took a big fall
Truth is she liked this fellow
No one knew, his smile jolts her all
That instant turned her stone cold
Tingling clout by such behold
Upstairs she ran flabbergasted
Tried to hide, much like a wanted
Behind a door stood ajar
she waited to catch those green eyes
He came and caught her afar
Those of her brown, she hoped are nice.
What is that fondness she had?
On him she had a big crush?
Well, one thing for sure is that
Ginny does have a lovely blush…__________________________________________________ _

that definitely is not a pentameter
hope you'll like it, what do you think? next post is before March