Hi! I know I haven't written in a while. I've been pretty busy. 253Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf5GOe1X8Y5
Anyway, I’m supposed to be in Transfiguration right now, working on vanishing spells, but I’m in the bathroom, writing this. I have permission, don’t worry. McGonagall is pretty lenient about that kind of stuff. Anyway, the reason I’m writing is as follows:
About fifteen minutes ago, McGonagoll stopped in front of Sirius’ desk. He had been scribbling out a note to me. Oh no. She picked up the note and cleared her throat. Was she going to read it out loud? Fuck. I cast a glance at Sirius, whose face was bright red. He buried his head in his arms, trying to hide the blush. McGonagoll opened her mouth to read the note to the class, but hesitated. “Mr. Lupin, Mr. Black, I have very strict rules about passing notes in my class,” she said. I nodded. This was what she always did. “Zonko’s after class works for me. We could go for lunch, as well. I can't wait,” she read. I looked over at Sirius. His face was a mix of confusion, gratefulness, and relief. McGonagall started to walk back to the front of the room, subtly putting the note on my desk as she passed. I couldn't grab it fast enough. Unfolding the small square of parchment, I read three, small words. Eight letters. I love you, it read. Sirius caught my gaze again, and smiled slightly. I pulled up the collar of my shirt, trying to hide my crimson cheeks. AHHHHHHH. Well, now that I’ve gotten that out, I need to go back to Transfiguration. Bye!253Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcFUEIbdSCc
