Later on that day, Sirius was trying to behave as if nothing had bothered him while he'd slept. But both Harry and James could tell something was wrong. Sirius spent his time outside most of that day, just reading in the sun.
I get kind of scared sometimes, you know, being a Death Eater. I know that, because of what I am, the Order of the Phoenix is after me, to kill me. Mother said that Sirius joined the Order, further disgracing the family. "But," I'd pointed out. "How can he disgrace the family if he's been disowned?" Mother seemed to like that, but Father told me not to be impudent. I must look that up... Sirius would know what it means. He's smart.
I miss him.
I had a nightmare last night, and I went into his room. Nothing of his was there. His room is completely bare. He took his dresser, his wardrobe, and his bed. I don't know how he did. I think he may have used a Shrinking Charm on them.
I saw him in Diagon Alley with his friends when Mother and I went shopping for my school things. I wonder what it would be like to be so popular, to be handsome, and to have hair that dark. I hate my hair, as its the color of straw, but Mother says it looks like gold. Sirius told me my hair looked like straw. I think he was right more than Mother was. I think I'm going to describe Sirius... I've got nothing better to do anyway.
Sirius:
Is handsome.
Has dark hair.
His hair always looks perfect.
Pale skin.
Gray eyes.
Perfect.
Popular.
Never cries.
Always laughs.
Talks in his sleep.
Its pretty funny.
According to Hestia Jones, is VERY well-endowed DOWN THERE.
And now for myself.
Me:
Plain.
Blonde hair.
Brown eyes.
Hair does what it wants.
Olive skin.
Just kind of there.
Not really popular.
Cries often.
Hardly laughs.
Stays in fetal position in sleep.
I'm kind of stupid, really.
And I got laughed at when I dropped my pants on accident.
IT WAS COLD!
I think the main reason I'm jealous of Sirius is because he actually loves his girlfriend, and she loves him. She has her own money, so its not for the money. All of my 'girlfriends' only liked me because I have money. And they expect me to buy, buy, buy.
WHYYYY?
"Fuck, man, Regulus can actually SPELL." Sirius murmured to himself. He felt a pair of slender arms snake around his neck, and he looked up, seeing Hestia next to him.
"Hi," she said softly.
"Thought you were mad at me." Sirius said, looking back at him.
"No, I couldn't be mad at you, Sirius. I need you, baby... And Heaven needs you, too. She told me she didn't want me to marry anyone else but you. I guess I'll have to accept that proposal from last night." she said, sliding into his lap. Sirius grinned.
"We named her properly, then, didn't we?" he asked.
"Why do you say that?"
"Heaven Leigh. She's like an angel. Angels are heavenly. Because they come from Heaven-aw, I don't know what I'm talking about." he said lamely.
"I could tell," Hestia said, giggling. Sirius rolled his eyes.
"Thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Anyone home?"
"Nope."
"Yep."
"Lets go." Sirius left Regulus's journal on a chair, picking Hestia up, and carrying her inside.