I looked around at my group of friends. Sirius Black was an extremely attractive boy, he had a twinkle in his eyes, you could tell him anything and all he would do is listen, but he, as every simply perfect person, has his own traumatic problems, such as, him being disowned by his parents, being verbally abused by his brother and cousin Bellatrix, he is also gay. Sirius was the outgoing, lunatic boy, who befriended me in our first year. There was also James Potter, he was also quite attractive, not as pretty as Sirius, but still handsome. He was crazy in love with another of my friends, Lilly Evans, but every time Lilly would reject James and break his heart. James and Sirius were the best of friends and they were pretty similar, as close as brothers. Lastly, Peter Pettigrew, he was a chubby boy, who to be honest, I could never quite trust, I have no clue why, I can't put my finger on it, he is not the most trustworthy sort, I guess you could say. Peter though was one of us. We was the Marauders, Prongs, Padfoot, Moony and Wormtail. We made the four, outgoing, dangerous, brains and look out.
Lilly Evans, a ginger girl, called me over. She had obviously noticed that I was confused, perhaps frustrated, I just couldn't keep my mind of that poem, no name, no clue to who it was. A confession of love with no name, just simple instructions, write back. Write back. How would I start, I have so much to say, so much to ask, how do I start, where do I start?
"Remus, what for heaven's sake is the problem?" she asked.
"I was left a poem, no name, no clue to who it was. I have no clu-" I was cut off by Lilly. She had obviously heard enough.
"Write back." with that simple comment, Lilly and Alice left, their arms linked.
I stared at the parchment in front of me. I picked up my quill and began to write my reply.
Who are you? Reveal your face on the night of Christmas. We will kiss under mistletoe, and stay together. Who are you?
Love, Remus.