Dear Sirius, November 3rd, 1976
I can't believe I only really saw you today. I mean, I see you all the time with Remus and Peter, and that annoying, arrogant, jerky James Potter. But I only really saw you today.
I love you. I know now that the feeling I get whenever I see you is love.
I love you, Sirius Black.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I could say it a million times and never get tired of it.
I LOVE YOU!
Ahem. Anyways, I love you. I think I got the point across, no?
Anyways, I will love you forever and ever.
Love,
Your Lily flower
P.S I love you.
Dear Sirius November 10th, 1976
It's been a week since I wrote that last letter. A lot has happened. James Potter (Yes, your friend) has managed to humiliate me ten times in one week. A record, I'll bet.
Dear God, could you TRY to calm your fiend down? I swear, that boy came from the bowels of hell.
Anyways, I excelled at a Charms assignment. It was easy, in my opinion. I mean, jeez. Does Flitwick always have to make it so easy?
It's raining. I love the rain. It reminds me of home. My parents are dead, you know. Killed by You-Know-Who on the end of fifth year.
Anyways, I am outside by the lake, writing this, so it might be a little wet. Not because I'm crying or anything.
I have a cat, did you know that? Her name is Arwen, and she is a red Persian, they're really rare. I love Arwen.
I have to go, your friend James Potter is asking me out again. May he be banished to the pits of hell and suffer eternal damnation like he deserves!
Love,
Your Lily Flower
P.S I love you