The Ice Queen [s.b.]

↠then i'll never let you see me weak again, 1.30

Dear Annalee,

Words may not describe my hatred for you.

I hate your stupid hair and your stupid smile and your stupid face.

Please choke,

Sirius

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Dear Sirius,

My friends are all telling me I have a crush on you. (Please heed my words when I say that I don't but I do think that it's of note.) In order to assure you that I don't (as I know that they are bound to meddle), I will be listing the things that I hate about you:

Your laugh/smile

Your friends

Your pranks

Your family

Your hair

Your body

Yo̶u̶r̶ c̶h̶e̶e̶k̶b̶o̶n̶e̶s̶

In your words: Please choke and die in a hole. (I added my own little spin, of course. You are stupid.)

Absolutely no love at all,

Annalee

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Dear Annalee,

I think I have a crush on you. Fuck.

Sirius

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Sirius,

Me too. Goddammit. Meet me at the quidditch pitch tomorrow at 11 pm.

Annalee

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Dear Annalee,

I think I love you. I love the way you laugh and I love the way you smile. I love your hair and your face. 

Oh, the character development.

But really, I can't even describe this love. I'll try, though.

I love your touch and I love our trope and our romance and the way you are and the way you walk and the way you kiss and your eyes and I just love you so fucking much.

Love,

Sirius

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Dear Sirius,

I love you too. Always. So much time has passed, y'know? It's freaking me out. I guess I thought we'd always be young but now we're not and things are changing and it suddenly doesn't feel like time is stopping for us anymore.

Love always,

Annalee

January 17th.

The next morning, neither Sirius nor Anna had told anybody about their pretty-much-breakup.

Sirius sits up in his bed, feeling utterly miserable.

"You alright there, Pads?" James asks from his own bed.

Remus' eyebrows furrow in concern.

"Annalee and I broke up last night. Not fully, just mostly," Sirius confesses, bring his legs under his chin.