“poetry” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 288 words
It’s the end of the school day and Regulus has just made it to his locker. He enters his combination and as soon as he opens it, a folded piece of paper falls to the floor. He bends down to pick it up and when he unfolds it, his jaw drops at what he sees.
Roses are red, your eyes are blue,
You make me see things as if they’re brand new.
I can’t think straight when you’re around,
Your laughter is my favorite sound.
And I know you think I’m an idiot,
But I think you’re magnificent.
So even though I’m really bad at poetry,
Will you still go out with me?
It’s not signed, but there’s only one idiot who would have slipped this in his locker. He schools his features before he looks around, and just as he thought, James is lurking at the other end of the hall.
Regulus raises an eyebrow at James and James purses his lips and shrugs back at him. Regulus rolls his eyes fondly and looks back down at the poem.
It is simultaneously the best and worst poem he has ever read and he smiles to himself as he tucks it between the pages of one of his books. He rips off a piece of notebook paper, scribbles something down and folds it in half. He gathers his things and makes his way to the end of the hall. He barely slows down as he drops the piece of paper in James’ hand and keeps walking without saying a word.
James’ hands are shaking as he opens the piece of paper Regulus gave him.
Your poem was shit, that much is true,
But yes, I’ll still go out with you.
