to lily [a note chucked across the classroom]

[Michelle Beckett]

Oh my darling Lily Potter,

In my opinion your brothers couldn't be hotter,

But I think that although that's true,

They're not nearly as stupendous as you,

So I'm sending you a poem in Charms,

I reckon it won't do any harm,

Loads and loads of hugs and kisses and lurve,

From your favouritest Ravenclaw bird,

Shelly. xx

ps. - I think I'm almost as good as Shakespeare but not quite.

[Lily Luna Potter]

To my lovely Michelle,

You clearly do not know them well.

Please don't tell me what you've thought of,

Though I do still love you, sort of.

I did not reply before,

Cause though the lesson was a bore,

I didn't want to miss it, lest

It come up later in our test,

So I'm writing to you here,

Though you're right beside me, dear.

I have to say, if you've not heard,

Lurve doesn't really rhyme with bird,

But I forgive you your mistake.

Would you like a cauldron cake?

Lily

PS - I'd say your style was more Spike Milligan than Shakespeare.

[Michelle Beckett]

Oh hello there Lily-pad,

Come on, people so sexy can't be that bad!

Please give James directions to my room

And there I shall feed him macaroons.

And hopefully

He'll have some fun with me. (;

IE,

Playing Scrabble.

That's a muggle game,

With a funny name,

And nothing to do with sex. As far as you know.

Love,

Shelly.

ps. - cool. Who's that?

pps. - lurve and bird ryhme rhyme.