Chapter Nine: Logs of Loves
==Sirius==
"Goddammit, Padfoot, you should've just TOLD me," Lupin shook his head in the Common Room that night. "I would've just told Aleesia that we should've started seeing other people. Besides, you didn't even say the right thing, from what I heard." He snickered.
"Will you leave the log thing alone, please?" I rolled my eyes. "It's not even that funny."
"Oh, yes it is," they all said. "Mm-hmm. Most definetly."
"Asses," I muttered.
"You better tell her then, mate," Lupin shrugged. "We broke up last night."
"What? Why?" James said in shock. "You guys seem perfect for each other!"
"Ahh, yes. Maybe a bit too perfect," Lupin said casually. "We agreed it'd be better if we were just friends. Which leaves you an open target, Padfoot!"
I shook my head. "That would just be like a rebound."
"So?" James said, raising an eyebrow.
I laughed. "You know, I think you may be right, Prongs." I got up. "Well, I'm going to go out for a nice walk."
"Need company?" Peter asked.
"Nah, it's alright," I said. To tell the truth, I was hoping Morisetti was going to be there. Usually, she took walks in the evening whenever she wasn't in the Common Room, and so I assumed that she was walking now.
"Have fun," James said, winking.
== Aleesia ==
At least Arwen wasn't mad at me. I breathed in and took a good look at the night sky. It was clear again, and very beautiful. But tonight, I just felt a certain sadness and ache. Would I ever find someone who loved me?
Oh... Sirius...
Could Arwen be right? Could Sirius have meant "love" and not "log"? Maybe log stood for something. Who knew. I was confused.
Remus and I weren't really right for each other, I guess. Though I was fond of him. But I guess he's just like a brother to me now.
And Severus Snape. Arwen had liked him? I had never talked to him once in my life, but I heard he was a real slimeball. I don't remember what Arwen had looked like in the third year. We had become friends in the fourth year. It was strange.
Everything was strange, including my feelings for...
"Hey, Morisetti!" a voice yelled behind me. A voice only too familiar...
I turned around. Sure enough, it was him. Looking as handsome as ever... with that cute semi-smile of his....
"Sirius Black," I nodded, turning back around. My heart must've jumped a mile, and then pounded like a hammer in my chest.
He walked up next to me, cracking his knuckes and clearing his throat awkwardly. We both stared up at the sky. The second time in a row we were alone together, under the stars, very romantic...
"Last time, you called me Aleesia," I said, smiling slightly as I turned to face him.
"What?" he looked down at me, a surprised look on his face.
"When you so rudely left me last night," he gave an alarmed look and I tilted my head as to say 'just kidding', "you said my name. You said, 'Aleesia, I think I lo--'"
"Don't say it," he cut in. "I got enough of that."
"Logs?" I raised my eyebrows.
He laughed. "Yeah, if you wanna put it that way... anyhow... are things with you and Arwen alright?"
I looked at him, surprised. "How did you know this?"
"You guys never talked," Sirius shrugged. "It wasn't hard to notice. I feel bad, like I'm in the way of you guys."
"Oh, it had nothing to do with you," I said quickly. "It was.. other things. But we've made up now, fortunately."
"Glad to hear it." He nodded and stared off into the sky. I sighed. Why am I always caught in a romantic spot with Sirius Black?
Sirius suddenly smiled and laughed a little. "I remember one time, in the third year, I saw you curse a picture of your mother, making her face come out in boils. Not to be rude, but it was amusing."
I laughed too, but then I stopped laughing after I remembered the Howler I had recieved from her. Mum and I had never gotten along well.
"Yeah, I'm sort of like that... iffy with my mum," he said casually, but I could tell this was something serious. Sirius was never this... calm, conservative. He was usually all good-time with his good-time friends. I could tell that this was pretty major. I had never heard him spill stories of any part of his life. "She's a real... she's a real witch." He laughed.
I bit my lip. So he didn't get along with his mother. That explained why he never went home for the holidays.
"I know, same here," I finally said. "I'm not good enough for her. She wants me to be in the Ministry of Magic, but that is the last thing I want to be."
"What do you want to be?" Sirius asked, looking interested. He turned to face me. "I haven't even considered what I'd be."
"I... I wouldn't mind being a singer," I said quietly. "It's not much of a profession, but it's something I've always wanted to do."
"Alright, sing me something," he said.
My eyebrows went up. "What?"
"Sing me something," he urged, smiling. "I want to hear you. If you're gonna be this famous singer, let me be your first audience."
.... how could I say no to a smile like that?
== Sirius ==
She took several deep breaths, and looked nervous. Then she sort of smiled up at me. "Tell me what you think, okay?"
"Promise," I nodded.
"You don't know, you don't know how much I love you," she sang, her voice sweet yet powerful at the same time. "You'd never guess, but I will confess, that I am in love with you."
My eyes widened. She was good. She was beyond good. She had hit really high notes without faltering.
"You are... your voice is amazing," I finally said. Now my regular speaking voice sounded weak and feeble to what I had just heard.
"Really?" she said, looking surprised. "You think so?"
"I know so," I said. She grinned a beautiful smile.
"You are the best," she beamed. "Thank you so much."
"No prob--" I gasped and looked down.
She hugged me tight, her head resting against on my chest. Her hair felt really soft, and her body was really warm against mine.
"Thank you for saying so," she whispered. "That's all I needed."
My arms, as if moving on their own, encircled her waist, grasping her tightly against me. I could feel her every curve leaning into mine, as if our bodies fit perfectly against each other. Her hair smelled like honey.
We just kind of stood there, with our arms around each other. I could hear her breathing against me... and it was amazing, because I could hear her heart pounding.
I had never felt this way about anybody before. I thought it'd always just be me and my mates, having fun, living life... girls were just beautiful creatures who existed, like flowers. But now, here I was, falling in love with one of the most beautiful "flowers" I had ever seen. What happened to me? Has my "dark heart", as James called it, taken a turn... for the better? Or for the worse?
"I could be..." Aleesia murmured against my chest, "... here forever. Isn't that funny?"
I was silent for awhile, my heart pounding. I wondered if she could hear it too, two "dark hearts" pounding together. Finally, I said, "No... because I could be, too."
== Aleesia ==
"Why were you so late last night?" Mallory said the next morning in the girls' dormitory, with a suspicious look on her face. "I thought you died. You returned like, two hours after you normally do."
I shrugged coyly. "You know, just enjoying the night more than usual, that's all."
"You were accompanied by a certain someone, I suppose," Mallory smirked.
I swear she can read minds.
"How did you know?" I asked suspiciously.
"Oh, well, this came for you this morning," she shrugged innocently, handing me a wrapped package. I took it from her.
"I'll see you in the Great Hall," she said, and left the room.
I slowly unwrapped the gift, wondering what it could be. It was long and rectangular shape, a little heavy, and it felt rough. Finally, burning with curiousity, I tore off all the paper.
It was a....
LOG!
Attached to the log was a note:
Aleesia,
Let me do this right this time. I love you. Consider this my "log of love".
--- S.B.
==Sirius==
"Goddammit, Padfoot, you should've just TOLD me," Lupin shook his head in the Common Room that night. "I would've just told Aleesia that we should've started seeing other people. Besides, you didn't even say the right thing, from what I heard." He snickered.
"Will you leave the log thing alone, please?" I rolled my eyes. "It's not even that funny."
"Oh, yes it is," they all said. "Mm-hmm. Most definetly."
"Asses," I muttered.
"You better tell her then, mate," Lupin shrugged. "We broke up last night."
"What? Why?" James said in shock. "You guys seem perfect for each other!"
"Ahh, yes. Maybe a bit too perfect," Lupin said casually. "We agreed it'd be better if we were just friends. Which leaves you an open target, Padfoot!"
I shook my head. "That would just be like a rebound."
"So?" James said, raising an eyebrow.
I laughed. "You know, I think you may be right, Prongs." I got up. "Well, I'm going to go out for a nice walk."
"Need company?" Peter asked.
"Nah, it's alright," I said. To tell the truth, I was hoping Morisetti was going to be there. Usually, she took walks in the evening whenever she wasn't in the Common Room, and so I assumed that she was walking now.
"Have fun," James said, winking.
== Aleesia ==
At least Arwen wasn't mad at me. I breathed in and took a good look at the night sky. It was clear again, and very beautiful. But tonight, I just felt a certain sadness and ache. Would I ever find someone who loved me?
Oh... Sirius...
Could Arwen be right? Could Sirius have meant "love" and not "log"? Maybe log stood for something. Who knew. I was confused.
Remus and I weren't really right for each other, I guess. Though I was fond of him. But I guess he's just like a brother to me now.
And Severus Snape. Arwen had liked him? I had never talked to him once in my life, but I heard he was a real slimeball. I don't remember what Arwen had looked like in the third year. We had become friends in the fourth year. It was strange.
Everything was strange, including my feelings for...
"Hey, Morisetti!" a voice yelled behind me. A voice only too familiar...
I turned around. Sure enough, it was him. Looking as handsome as ever... with that cute semi-smile of his....
"Sirius Black," I nodded, turning back around. My heart must've jumped a mile, and then pounded like a hammer in my chest.
He walked up next to me, cracking his knuckes and clearing his throat awkwardly. We both stared up at the sky. The second time in a row we were alone together, under the stars, very romantic...
"Last time, you called me Aleesia," I said, smiling slightly as I turned to face him.
"What?" he looked down at me, a surprised look on his face.
"When you so rudely left me last night," he gave an alarmed look and I tilted my head as to say 'just kidding', "you said my name. You said, 'Aleesia, I think I lo--'"
"Don't say it," he cut in. "I got enough of that."
"Logs?" I raised my eyebrows.
He laughed. "Yeah, if you wanna put it that way... anyhow... are things with you and Arwen alright?"
I looked at him, surprised. "How did you know this?"
"You guys never talked," Sirius shrugged. "It wasn't hard to notice. I feel bad, like I'm in the way of you guys."
"Oh, it had nothing to do with you," I said quickly. "It was.. other things. But we've made up now, fortunately."
"Glad to hear it." He nodded and stared off into the sky. I sighed. Why am I always caught in a romantic spot with Sirius Black?
Sirius suddenly smiled and laughed a little. "I remember one time, in the third year, I saw you curse a picture of your mother, making her face come out in boils. Not to be rude, but it was amusing."
I laughed too, but then I stopped laughing after I remembered the Howler I had recieved from her. Mum and I had never gotten along well.
"Yeah, I'm sort of like that... iffy with my mum," he said casually, but I could tell this was something serious. Sirius was never this... calm, conservative. He was usually all good-time with his good-time friends. I could tell that this was pretty major. I had never heard him spill stories of any part of his life. "She's a real... she's a real witch." He laughed.
I bit my lip. So he didn't get along with his mother. That explained why he never went home for the holidays.
"I know, same here," I finally said. "I'm not good enough for her. She wants me to be in the Ministry of Magic, but that is the last thing I want to be."
"What do you want to be?" Sirius asked, looking interested. He turned to face me. "I haven't even considered what I'd be."
"I... I wouldn't mind being a singer," I said quietly. "It's not much of a profession, but it's something I've always wanted to do."
"Alright, sing me something," he said.
My eyebrows went up. "What?"
"Sing me something," he urged, smiling. "I want to hear you. If you're gonna be this famous singer, let me be your first audience."
.... how could I say no to a smile like that?
== Sirius ==
She took several deep breaths, and looked nervous. Then she sort of smiled up at me. "Tell me what you think, okay?"
"Promise," I nodded.
"You don't know, you don't know how much I love you," she sang, her voice sweet yet powerful at the same time. "You'd never guess, but I will confess, that I am in love with you."
My eyes widened. She was good. She was beyond good. She had hit really high notes without faltering.
"You are... your voice is amazing," I finally said. Now my regular speaking voice sounded weak and feeble to what I had just heard.
"Really?" she said, looking surprised. "You think so?"
"I know so," I said. She grinned a beautiful smile.
"You are the best," she beamed. "Thank you so much."
"No prob--" I gasped and looked down.
She hugged me tight, her head resting against on my chest. Her hair felt really soft, and her body was really warm against mine.
"Thank you for saying so," she whispered. "That's all I needed."
My arms, as if moving on their own, encircled her waist, grasping her tightly against me. I could feel her every curve leaning into mine, as if our bodies fit perfectly against each other. Her hair smelled like honey.
We just kind of stood there, with our arms around each other. I could hear her breathing against me... and it was amazing, because I could hear her heart pounding.
I had never felt this way about anybody before. I thought it'd always just be me and my mates, having fun, living life... girls were just beautiful creatures who existed, like flowers. But now, here I was, falling in love with one of the most beautiful "flowers" I had ever seen. What happened to me? Has my "dark heart", as James called it, taken a turn... for the better? Or for the worse?
"I could be..." Aleesia murmured against my chest, "... here forever. Isn't that funny?"
I was silent for awhile, my heart pounding. I wondered if she could hear it too, two "dark hearts" pounding together. Finally, I said, "No... because I could be, too."
== Aleesia ==
"Why were you so late last night?" Mallory said the next morning in the girls' dormitory, with a suspicious look on her face. "I thought you died. You returned like, two hours after you normally do."
I shrugged coyly. "You know, just enjoying the night more than usual, that's all."
"You were accompanied by a certain someone, I suppose," Mallory smirked.
I swear she can read minds.
"How did you know?" I asked suspiciously.
"Oh, well, this came for you this morning," she shrugged innocently, handing me a wrapped package. I took it from her.
"I'll see you in the Great Hall," she said, and left the room.
I slowly unwrapped the gift, wondering what it could be. It was long and rectangular shape, a little heavy, and it felt rough. Finally, burning with curiousity, I tore off all the paper.
It was a....
LOG!
Attached to the log was a note:
Aleesia,
Let me do this right this time. I love you. Consider this my "log of love".
--- S.B.