A/N: Even after a dose of Polyjuice potion, I'm still no JK Rowling...

Midnight

A woman, a girl really

At the bar

: Brooding :

Her /blond/ curls falling l.o.o.s.e.l.y

Were they fiery red

It would not have surprised her:

?Familiar? features

.

Midnight

A girl, a woman really

Behind the bar

: Cleaning :

Her hair just as /blond/

Though no {ringlets} there

Their eyes [–lock-] into each other's

Electricity :::sparkles:::

.

Midnight

A woman and a girl, really

Leaving the bar

: Together :

As if !nothing! else matters

And it /doesn't/

For [attraction] knows no age

Nor gender