Sirius Black's diary (1975)
Remus Lupin. Ugh. My mind is forever transfixed on him.
The full moon was a few days back. Today he bumped into a bench in my room and because the pain was too much removed his shirt to press the gash in front of me.
My eyes followed onto his stomach as the silk slid off his skin. The gash started at the bottom of his chest and ended near his belly button. The gash made a design. A lovely one at that. It was a pattern of some sort.
His pale skin a contrast to the dark cerise shade of blood.
His hands looked lovely, the veins in his arms clenched as he pressed the wound.
And oh god. The way he laughed. He had different laughs and each of them made my heart soar. The chuckle made a small crease like a dimple in his cheeks. I might like that one the most.
He had the full blown laughter where his mouth was open and eyes closed clutching at his stomach. God that one was rare. He looked so free when he laughed like that. Not a care in the world, no creases on his forehead just laughter.