Tell Him3
I stared at the Moony from a wide distance.
He was laying on his stomach under a cherry tree, face concentrated on a sheet of paper. His quill was placed weirdly in his hand, and his finger tips were clenching it tightly.
He suddenly brought his quill across the page, and scribbled down something.
I couldn't help but hide a smirk. Remus always found a way to not dot his 'i's or, cross his 't's, or he would write a number as a letter. It was so cute.
"I really don't see why you just don't go over him and start making out...."
My head snapped around. James was behind me, his eyes on Remus inspectelvly.
He looked at me. "Oh, hello paddy," he greeted.
I glared at him. "Can you just go hand out with that little flower? I don't need you to follow me everywhere."
James gasped in mocking shock. "Whatever happened to our friendship Sirius! How cruel."
I hissed. James grinned.
I looked back at Remus, who was now on his back, holding the book up in front of his face.
I smiled.
James slapped the back of my head.
"Oww...," I whined, rubbing the bump.
"Hey!," James suddenly said. "What's todays date?"
"How the heck should I know you bloody git?! I think it's the 18th......"
James looked at Remus, then back at me, something weird in his eye.
"What wrong?," I asked.
Prongs shook his head. "Nothing."
"You sure?"
"Yea."
I turned back to Remus. James did too.
"Sooo.....why do you even like him?," Prongs asked.
I smirked slightly. "He's cute."
"That all?"
"No."
"Then tell me all the reasons why you love Remus Lupin."
I sighed. "I love Remus Lupin because....i don't know," I admitted. "He calls the teachers Professors, and he pays attention in class, and he cares about his grades. He doesn't like our pranks either. But he doesn't complain about the pranks at all, and he helps us do them. Allot of times, when he's writing, he'll forget to dot his 'i's, or do the line for the 't' and sometimes he writes numbers instead of letter. When he's asleep its like all his worries have melted away and he looks so calm. He wakes up early in the morning and then he always leaves the bathroom with the smell of green tea—and later on the day he smells like ink and green-tea. He likes Motzart and all the classical shit. He's shy, but at the same time very bold. He's not afraid to share his opinions on things. I just want to hug him all over...."
I wanted to do more than hug Moony, but i decided to spare James. I thought of all the naughty images of Remus secretly.
"H-hey padfoot! Do you see that?!," Prongs yelled, pointing at Remus.
I looked. Remus was holding his face. His ears perked up, and i noticed his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were wet.
"He's crying......," i murmured.
"Go see him!," James yelled quietly.
I shook my head, unable to take my eyes off the crying moony.
"Go see HIM!"
"Ok you bloody git!," i yelled.
Suddenly, Moony got up, and walked away.
I was speechless.