two: poem
Dear Moony,
I was staring at the back of your head this morning in Charms and it inspired me to write you some poetry. I hope you like it.
There was a young faggot named Moony
Who got quite remarkably swoony
Near ladies of smarts
(Those Ravenclaw tarts)
And begged them to give him the spoony
Love Prongs x
PS you have dandruff