The following are a collection of letters, poems, crush announcements, and shou touts for Valentine’s day from students at Hogwarts!
A Poem to an Unnamable Girl
I died a death but stayed alive
In phantom’s likeness I survive
Alive, yet dead, I walk alone
In rooms with walls as cold as stone
I lived a life and dreamed a dream
Of love, the life you’d live with me
Then in the whisper of a breath
You left, and then I died a death
Though dead I live, I cannot part
From love that lives within my heart
Within my sorrow I must strive
To keep my hope and faith alive
For all the love that I would give
I surely would prefer to live
To be content, not to survive
But feel my spirit come alive
You slowly took your final breath
‘Twas me, my dear, who died a death
I just don’t understand why I am so drawn to you. Why I think about you all the time. I can’t find a reason. Going by the rare interaction we have had, I shouldn’t even really like you as a person at all. But still, you’re constantly on my mind. I always wonder what you are doing or what your opinion would be on certain things. I wish so badly I could make it stop but after all this time, I don’t think I can. The only solution I have is to totally avoid contact with you by any means necessary. I have to. It’s not stopping on it’s own, it’s getting worse, not better. I’m going to have to do something about this. I just don’t know how. But it has to happen soon. I love you, Upton Zero.
To Zero, my magical stallion,
Where does a girl of gingery brow begin,
I’m addicted to your scent, like my mother is to gin,
Have you noticed? how I stare?
You’re such a busy body that you probably don’t care,
Oh Zero, how I wish you knew, or could see at least,
That I want to mold with you, as bread does to yeast,
Maybe it’s your fringe, your eyes or your frog,
Maybe I’ll get lucky and snatch from you a snog,
One thing is for certain, without doubt or fear,
I can’t help but silently fart, when it is that you are near.
Your biggest fan,
I love you, I love you,
I love you divine,
Your heart is so lovely,
please let it be mine,
Never have I
known someone so fine,
So dear Sadde Woods,
Be my Valentine?
– Nazir Soltani
Looking for Hoggy to take to the Hearty Party.
You had me at the moment I saw you cleaning those portraits at the Grand Staircase.
I’ll be the most prettiest girl at the Hearty Party.
Bring extra cupcakes and cider for this joyous ‘n mushy ‘n gushy moment
P.s. Back awf ladies (and gents), he’s mine!
Thanks for being an awesome new friend. And letting me copy some of your class notes! It really means a lot.
And thanks for saying yes to the dance.
Your not so secret admirer,
There once was a boy named Zero.
He’s quiet, but has always been my Hero.
He’s strong, He’s sweet,
He’s smart, Dresses neat
And now will always know how i feel-o.
Thank you for always supporting me, being there for me and being mine. Happy Valentine’s day lovey.
Never before have a I met a man like you. I find myself drawn to that balding head of your’s…such knowledge..such age. Old, you may be, but I don’t care. You are the love of my life, until the day you die because let’s face it..you’ll probably go first.
– Helena Arlet
You may not always be the most popular at Hogwarts, but you are the most popular in my heart. I love a woman with authority..and you wield it so well. There is no question in my mind, who is in charge. My heart yearns for you, Seung. One day, I hope you will command me like you command so many others. Kisses,
– Darcy of Slytherin House
I’ve watched you first from my corner while I braided my hair, and can’t help but bite my lip every time I see your face. So many years together in the same commons, think you can ever give me a chance?
Nervously yours, Rosalie
Small as you may be, you are the epitome of man in my eyes. Your strong arms, and your burly stature. The way you handle each beast that comes your way, I love your knowledge of magical creatures, and more importantly I love your beard. Meet me, Valentines Day in Hogsmeade for a round of drinks. I will be wearing the color blue..for that is what I am until I know my feelings for you are mutual
Stop looking so handsome when you scowl, makes it hard for me to look away when you glare at me.
Thank you for being sweet to me. You’re cute when your hair is combed neatly. Maybe we can spend more time together soon?
Your hair is glorious. I wish to comb it all day long. Your handsome face and you’re knowledge of the stars lights up the darkness of my soul. But my love for you..is forbidden so for now I must remain..hidden..One day, dear sir..You will know my face. For now, however, with these words I thee embrace.
I love you, now and forever
especially your hair.
– Hair Enthusiast.
To my wonderful Owl post-
Thank you for being such a wonderful support team and working so hard to make our perfect great. Have a wonderful holiday!
You’ve guided me every step of the way, broadened my mind more than any other professor. You became my mentor, my close friend, and someone I’ve grown to see almost as family. We’ve had rough moments, and a few times it’s faltered, but I’m trusting you professor, both as a student and a friend, please treat us well.
Forever your student,
Dear Professor Fox,
If Roses are Red and Violets are indeed blue
Then, Alas! My feelings must be true!
For the way you smoke your pipe
and how you say Ro Ho!
Sets my soul alight,
more than you’ll ever know.
I ride my broom fast, wind in my hair,
I push you to the limits ’cause I just don’t care
I’ve got a burning desire for you, baby
I’ve got a burning desire…
Yours truly, L A ~
To the boy on whom I have a crush
when I see you, my cheeks do flush.
And although you may be a bit older
I can’t help myself from being bolder,
so I send this secret message out to you
in hopes that you feel the same way too.
At the next upcoming Quidditch game
while other teams seek out there fame,
beneath the bleachers I will stand
with a flag of red and gold in my hand.
Like a brave Lion my heart does roar,
only for the seeker boy of Gryffindor.
Dear Ol’ Lady Beth,
I love the way you the dirt on your clothes matches the color of your teeth. I love all the wrinkles in your your face, the way your hair is dull and dry. I love watching you clean up around the castle, the way you grip that broom and sweep. Oh, how you sweep those filthy, filthy floors..always covered in dirt and mud from little student feet. You are the caretaker of my heart.
forever and always,