Peach blossoms bloom in your cheek,
And I savour, keener still,
Your alluring charm, I drink
Your laughter, flashing like pearls.
Don’t you feel my arm
Urgently seeking your waist,
My breath on your body,
Like a swarm of fireflies immolating themselves in flame?
Xu Zhimo (徐志摩), from “The Rebirth of Spring”, The Flowering of Modern Chinese Poetry: An Anthology of Verse from the Republican Period, tr. Herbert Batt and Sheldon Zittner
11 year old Muggle borns getting their Hogwarts letter and being all flustered and confused (mostly confused).
They’re reactions would probably be along the lines of:
“Does Hogwarts have free wifi?”
“Does Hogwarts even have wifi?”
“Can I bring the cat?”
“I’m eleven how do they expect us to cope with the fact that we are going to do mag-HOLY FLOWER WE GET WANDS!”
“Why can’t I wear jeans and a T-shirt and be comfortable?”
“Mom how do I get an owl to send a RSVP?”