November 15, 1975
Dear Journal,
I still don't have a date. Samson and Louisa are going together. For the past two months, I have been thinking that those two would be cute together.
Earlier this evening, I was playing wizard's chess with Sirius and I asked him if he was going to the ball. He said yes and so I decided to pester him about if he had asked anyone yet and he said no. I slaughtered one of his pawns and then I pushed our game aside.
"Sirius," I had said in what I felt was a stern voice, "Just ask him. The worst thing he can say is no."
"Wrong, the worst thing he can say is 'Ew, why would I ever say yes, I literally hate you and never want to see you again,'" Sirius said, staring at me with such a blank stare that anyone else would just think he's overly dramatic... And he is.
I just rolled my eyes and said, "Sirius, if you don't do it, someone else will. Pick up your stupid pride, toss it behind you, and go for what you want."
Estella Flint <3
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