Dear Sirius, January 2nd, 1977
Today was Sunday, so you literally dragged me to Hogsmeade secretly. You then proceeded to get VERY drunk.
Me: Sirius, are you okay?
Sirius: DON'T SPARKLE AT ME!
Me: Um…
Sirius: I SAID, GODAMMIT, NOT TO SPARKLE AT ME!
Me: Sirius, I think you've had one too many drink.
Sirius: Moldy wart, moldy wart, mold – mold – moldy wart, moldy wart!
Me: Er… Charming song, Sirius
Sirius: Eh? It is very charming, miss. I AM the great, amazing, awesome, ALBUS BLACK!
Me: Okaaayyy. Sure. You're Albus. Let's go shall we?
Sirius. I LOVE KITTENS!
After I took you home, you started crying about how leaves shouldn't be green. Frankly, you were really scary.
I am NEVER taking you to Hogsmeade again.
Today, Remus kept giving looks to me and you. His eyes got all reddish looking and he, like, swelled. What's up with that?
You said that no one knew anything about our relationship (besides Alice, but she's STILL muttering about cheese, so I think we're safe.) but it seemed you were wrong, because just look at this conversation I had with Remus:
Me: Hey, Remus. How are you?
Remus: Good, and you? It seems that you are not so **ahem** alone anymore **raises eyebrows**
Me: Umm… Okay?
Remus: Yeah, I've noticed that you are spending a LOT of time with Padfoot.
***** ****AWKWARD SILENCE***** ******
Me: Heh heh. About that…
Remus: Whatever, Lily.
So then he just walked off, like nothing happened, like the whole freaking UNIVERSE hadn't just shifted dramatically.
Your friends, Sirius. Sometimes I wonder if you're worth it.
Love,
Your Lily flower