April 18, 1975
Dear Journal,
Sirius was helping me study in the library today. It was odd that he had asked if he could help me study because even though he was two years older, he didn't know that much more on any of the subjects I was taking than I did.
While we were studying, he wouldn't stop staring at me. It made me feel a little bit uncomfortable. Finally, I put my quill down and I asked him why he kept looking at me.
"You're not the same little girl that my brother used to have over all the time," was what he told me, "You're different now."
"No, I'm not," I claimed, "I still think there's a right sock and a left sock."
All he did was laugh. It didn't feel like a real laugh. And the look he gave me didn't seem like a real look.
Estella Flint <3
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