Sirius knew “just friends” was wrong. It didn’t explain the painful warmth he would feel the moment Remus entered a room or how his heart would race each time Remus looked at him. ( - from something a wrote a little while ago!)
Remus: Pads? Are you ok?
*awake
Remus: I’ve heard you calling. What are you reading?
Sirius: Girls’ poems.
Remus: Poems?
Sirius: You know. They like to send this kind of letter.
Remus: Mhm, Ok. Don’t be too late. ‘Night!
-WRITE ON THE PARCHMENT-






