Sirius,

I still imagine you writing our story.

I've tried. I've sat in front of my typewriter for hours, trying to think of how to begin. Without you around, there isn't much to do. Nothing seems good enough. That's the way I look at our story. Nothing is good enough. You told me that all a good story needed to start was a name.

But our love isn't – wasn't – that simple. It deserves more than a name. It deserves a coherent writer.

I never was the best writer. I always envied that of you. You had this way of saying the least amount of words that affected me the most.

I tried to cover it up by using particularly structured sentences filled with N.E.W.T approved words and profound meaning. You told me no one wanted to hear that. You said it was the words strung together with such beautiful simplicity and unsweetened truth that were truly magical.

I didn't realize you were telling me all I needed to say was "I love you."

Which I do. Love you. Is that simple enough for you?

And even now, that you know, you could find me, sitting in front of my typewriter, trying to write that perfect sentence. Because then, I'll get you to come back to me. I'll get you to love me again. I'll get you to write our story.

Logan

"Logan." I jumped. I wasn't used to people saying my name. I wasn't used to people knowing my name.

"Um, excuse me; I think that's my drink." I said to the barista who had called my name. I noticed she was pretty with flaming red hair. I suddenly felt ashamed of my natural ginger locks.

Her pretty face scrunched up – making her once delicate nose look like it belonged on a pig – and she flipped her hair, and even though the vibrant red shimmered under the light, she seemed a lot less attractive.

"You're name can't be Logan. You're a girl!" She said. Like she hasn't seen weirder things working at a coffee shop at a train station. "Did you really think I was stupid enough to fall for that?"

I was about to tell her that thinking would make her boobs smaller but I was distracted by a pair of lips give me a swift kiss on the cheek.

"Kat!" It was a guy's voice. Which was worse, for me.

"I thought your name was Logan?" Busty barista said, looking at me smugly. Never trust a girl with too much cleavage.

"No, that's my name." The guy quickly interrupted, not that I would have defended myself. No need to draw more attention to myself. "Kat here was ordering for me. Great girlfriend, she is and all." I raised my eyebrows, ready to question him. I did not want this Kat girl finding her boyfriend all over me, because with my luck, she would have claws.

"Girlfriend?" To my surprise, it was the barista who said it.

"Yeah. Sorry I'm late, Kitten –" What kind of a nickname was –

"Kitten?" Again, the barista.

"Yeah. It's what I call her. Because she's sweet like a kitten, until we hit the bedroom – then she's a tiger!" Did he really just say–? "Which reminds me, we reallyneed to be getting home." Was he implying - did we even look old enough to be anywhere near closely facilitated housing? Why wasn't I saying any of this out loud? "So do you think you could –" He didn't finish as he grabbed the coffee with one hand, and slung his other arm around my shoulders, tugging me out the glass door of the coffee shop.

"You should probably let go of my arm now." I said.

"Why would I do that?" He asked, smirking. Well, wasn't he just full of surprises.

"Your girlfriend?" Still not letting go of my arm…. "Kat?" Still smirking….

"I didn't actually think you were Kat, I don't even know a Kat – I don't even have a girlfriend," How was that possible? "I was just –"

Well, don't I feel stupid. "What? Scamming girls for attention? Look, I'm sorry if that's the only way you can kiss a girl, but –" I rambled. I probably should have been nicer to him. He still had my coffee.

I never was very good with people.

"I didn't kiss you." He said.

"Thenwhatexactly did you press against my cheek?"

"That? That was nota kiss."

"Yes, it was! The definition of a kiss is to touch or caress with one's lips as an expression of affection, greeting, respect, or amorousness."

"Amorousness is just a fancy way of saying love or passion."

"So?" Yeah. That's all I said. What? I was in shock he actually knew what the word meant!

"I didn't kiss you out of love or passion!" He said, like I didn't know that already.

"But you still kissed me!" Why was I so set on proving this to him? Why was I still talking to him? Why didn't I just say thanks, take my coffee and go?

Why did I care?

"No, I didn't! You obviously have very little experience when it comes to kissing," Was it that obvious? "So unless you want a demonstration, why don't you just trust the master?"

"Okay,master," He smirked again. "What's your definition of a kiss? A way to lure a girl into your bed?"

"More like a way to connect with a girl, to become one with her." Okay. Wasn't expecting that.

"It's scientifically impossible for two people to occupy the same space at once." I said, knowing it was a weak defense, me being a witch and all.

"That won't keep people from trying. Because if they do it right, they get close."

"To what? Defying the laws of physics?"

"Yes. Magic." He said. He was testing me. He had figured out I was a witch a long time ago.

I had lost an argument about love. To a boy. "Well, I still didn't need your help." I replied, knowing I was being unreasonable. I knew guys like him. Unbearably good looking, but unbearable, just the same.

"Oh, really? And how exactly were you planning on convincing that idiot that was your drink before I came along?" He crossed his arms, leaning against a brick wall of the coffee shop, pulling me with him. I glowered.

"I don't know. Maybe show her the receipt? Or my driver's license. I could think of a number of things, really." I said sarcastically.

"What's a driver's license?"

"It's a muggle invention that allows them to drive."

He stilled looked confused. It was adorable. "Wow. I didn't think you were so smart." He told me, handing me the coffee like it was a sort of reward. Merlin knows I deserved one for bearing his presence for so long. How long had we been talking? It couldn't have been that long; conversation never flowed very easily for me.

"And I didn't think you were capable of complimenting anyone besides yourself." The respect was barely visible in his eyes, but I caught it. I didn't want to give him a reason to remember me. "And I'm not, really. Just muggle-born." I said, turning to walk away but he grabbed me and pulled me back.

"Sorry. She's still watching." He said. I forgot who he was talking about. I had thought we were alone, but as I was thrust back into the bustling coffee shop outside the train station, I wondered how I could have zoned out all those people. I had even been bumped into a few times, how else would I have wound up so close to this guy?

"Oh." I paused, trying to think of something to say. "You were… convincing back there." I didn't mean to compliment him.

"Anything to kiss a pretty girl." He said, smiling. I frowned. I was disappointed. I wanted him to say something arrogant and guy-like so I would have an excuse not to like him. I turned to leave again, but I was yanked back into his chest. I really wished I had spilt some coffee on him. "I can't let you go."

Why couldn't I get away from this guy? "Why? She stopped looking at us."

"I know your name, but you don't know mine. It wouldn't be chivalrous."

"Chivalry is dead." I resisted.

"If that were true I wouldn't have saved you from that witch. Unless you want to call me Prince Charming, it's Sirius."

I convinced myself the lack of introduction was why we – kind of – got along. I got so uncomfortable introducing myself. My name seduced people into giving me a second look and remembering me. It got me more attention than I deserved.

"What kind of a name is 'Sirius'?"

"It's Greek."

"Well, Jason is a Greek name too, and it's not weird. It was used 55,891 times in the US last year, topping the popularity charts at number three."

"This coming from a girl named Logan."

"At least Logan is a common name!"

"Yeah, a common boy's name."