Author's Note: Sirus is italics.
Disclaimer:- Not mine.
Lily,
I need your help. I have a problem, you see. It's quite a monster of a problem actually and, well, I thought who better to come to my aid that St. Lily, am I right? (Calm yourself, woman. I mean that in the nicest of ways. Almost.)
I'm bored, cinquième. I'm utterly and entirely, mind numbingly bored and let's face it—we should take care of this before I start to get dangerous. (Grr.)
So, what say you, Evans? Care to scratch my itch?(Not in that way, you tart.)
In complete desperation,
Your darling Sirius
Sirius,
I must say, that is quite a problem. I suppose I have no choice but to offer my services. (Not in that way, you tart.)
I'll come by your flat at 3? I'm in the mood for some Fortescue's. (Growl at me all you want, Black. I refuse to believe you are a danger to anyone but yourself.)
Lots of love,
Lily
P.S.- Cinquième? That's a new one.
Lily,
It's a date, cinquième.
Once again,
Your darling Sirius
Black,
It most certainly is not a date. And what does that mean?
I take back my love,
Lily
Evans,
I'll tell you over ice cream. (If you behave.)
Too late. It's mine now,
Sirius
I had a lovely time today, Evans. We should do this more often.
Sirius
Alright, I'll admit it. I had fun. That does not mean we are doing this again! Getting kicked out of the Leaky Cauldron once is one too many times for me. Tom threatened to ban us. Or are you too wasted to rememeber?
Get some sleep.
The only thing wasted about me is my heart, cinquième.
Sleep is for the weak.
Snort. Your woe is me attitude does not amuse me, Black. (Also, WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?)
The fifth.
The fifth…?
Good night, Evans.
It took me a while. (Half the night, mind you.) But I think I've got it. The fifth. You really are a sentimental bastard, aren't you?
Sentimental is a big word, Evans.
But I will admit….perhaps, my heart isn't as wasted as I'd thought.
Well, I knew that. You drama queen, you.