Challenge 13

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Words: Sweat, Serious, Trial, Hunt, Cool
==1st Position: Prarthana Modi with 4 upvotes==
Kevine
Met her by fluke
In a place
Not so common
Completely blown
By her stunning beauty
She tossed the fruit
From hand to hand
Taking a bite
Every now and then
Her red-gold hair 
Shining in the sun
Her stormy grey eyes
Serious as steel
But sweet as a baby
Hiding behind them a grief
Kept well hidden
From those who seek
Yet I saw it with my 
Eyes of a thief
Strong yet weak
Weak yet brave
Brave yet scared
Scared yet confident
My hunt was over
This was no trial
There was no place for error
I had found the perfect match
She seemed so cool
Yet so angry
But when she shackled me
And took me to her daddy
I knew I was doomed
==2nd Position: Justanothergirl2005 with 3 upvotes==
Trial of a lifetime
But sweat is your mettle
Cool to beautiful
But not to be on the hunt?
Such a serious matter
That the people who blabber
Say braves are just pictures
I say you're blunt
==3rd Position: JayKitty76 with 2 upvotes==
The scarlet steam engine hissed to a stop in front of the castle. A boy about eleven years old, with dark blue eyes that almost glittered and light brown hair swept carelessly off his forehead, stood up in his compartment.
"First year too?" Tom Riddle asked. The boy whom he was addressing nodded seriously. He was a slight boy, but his face looked old, older than eleven. He had a hunted look in his eyes. Tom's blue eyes glinted. "Which House do you think you'll get?" 
"Slytherin," the other boy replied coolly. "It seems the best by far."
"I'll be in Slytherin," Tom said confidently. "Merlin himself was in it. What's your name, anyway?"
"Lincoln," the boy said. " Lincoln Carlisle. You?"
"Tom. Tom Riddle." It was a statement more than a reply, but the other boy saw the flicker of displeasure that crossed Tom's face as he said it. 
"You don't like the name," Lincoln said curiously. Tom shook his head.
"Common name," he said shortly. "Such a trial to have my father's name." He changed subject. "Studied much yet?" 
"Not really, but it's no sweat. I've looked over the textbooks but I'm looking forward to the practicals."
"Defense Against the Dark Arts," Tom said, and his eyes seemed to glitter again. Just then a shrill whistle pierced the air. 
"Better unload," Lincoln said, pulling his luggage off the rack. " I'll see you at Hogwarts."
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