I just met you, and you just met me,
but when Hedwig's Theme starts,
we both squeal with glee,
clutching each other like we couldn't breathe.

"Can I please hold your hand?
I just can't handle this."
I look at you strangely and laugh, 
"My hands are sweaty though."
You roll your eyes and hold them anyway,
our fingers tightly intertwined.

We sit there stunned as the credits roll,
open-mouthed in awe.
I grab my wand, my bag, my cape, 
I turn to leave, but you say 
"Wait! See you in two years!!!"
"Of course!" 
I reply with a wave.

But I never see you again.