the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam
He's pretty much brilliant. And we haven't talked about it, not really, but that doesn't mean he's not just absolutely brilliant.
I like his fingers. And his smile. And the shape of his mouth. And the way his lip gets darker once he's been kissed.
Don't know what this means yet, wanting to kiss him senseless. Wanting to kiss a boy after all those years of girls. Hadn't really thought about guys before, but I certainly like the look of Remus.
I should probably talk to him about this. Us? About the presence or likelihood of an us. But I...hmm. I think I'd like it. I think I'd like us.
Also, if Pettigrew even gives him a bit of sass on us, I will seriously punch him in the face. Also, I guess maybe I should mention of kissing to Amara at some point? Should work on that.
Hello. Hey. I just- hey. How're you?
Would you...maybe, possibly want to spend some time with me at Hogsmeade when we're let out of our Scottish castle pen?
I've regained my power of speech, thanks all for the concern. No telling how long it's going to last, mind. I rather enjoyed the feeling of being speechless.
Somehow, it's slipped into almost being Christmas, hasn't it? Don't know how I missed it, with the weather all grey and miserable every morning. But Christmas all the same! I'm looking forward to it, the mad rush of the last Hogsmeade weekend before holidays.
And now for a question for those who might consider answer. Hypothetically, if I were to but you a Christmas gift, what would it be?