Change Your Mind ; Sander Sides ; Intrulogical

one: Aster

Logan woke up to see that the bear he was holding close to his chest was now holding five peachy Aster flowers.

"Well, I guess we'll call you Aster then?" Logan took the flowers, setting them in a simple dark blue vase. Fixing his bed where Aster sat up against the pillows.

He got dressed and went downstairs, his tired brain just now registering how weird it was to wake up with flowers. He took a cup of the brewed coffee, not at all suprised that Patton didn't even notice him. The two did their routines in sync, Logan soon sitting with a piece of toast covered in Crofters jam.

He finished his toast and coffee and went to put his plate away and rinse his hands, refilling hie coffee mug and sitting back down, grabbing his Sherlock novel from the bookshelf expect...

The book he grabbed was not Sherlock, instead, it was 'Flowers and their meanings' a page was doggy-eared, so Logan turnt to it.

'Aster; Wisdom, Devotion.'

It brought a fluster of emotions in Logans chest, he shut the book, returning it and searching for his Sherlock novel.

"This isn't going to work," Janus stated, folding his clothes as he casually listened to Remus rant about his crush.

"You don't know that," Remus pouted, "I'm sure he loves flowers,"

"Its creepy to break into peoples room while their asleep, Remus,"

"I'm just leaving him gifts!" Remus pouted heavily, sighing ad he rolled over on the bed.

"Try leaving them at his door?" Janus turned around, sighing. "Now get out of my room,"

"Thanks, JanJan!" Remus left the room with a soft hum.

Yes, yes, Remus was hopelessly in love.

Logan woke up the next morning, he got ready, fixed his bed, and opened his door, stopping when he saw something at his feet.

A white box. He took the box in his room, opening it there was a heart-shaped box of chocolates and a sticky note.

Mirror mirror on the wall,
whos the wisest of them all?
Why Logan of course, the fair dude, handsome and lovely I already knew.

Love ~ your secret admirer.

Logan rolled his eyes, leaving the items as they were and going to finish his routine.

Without even noticing, Logan had began to suspect who it could be. The 'Mirror, mirror' theme of the poem made him question Roman...but the prince would never use 'dude' to rhyme. Maybe Virgil? But the handwriting was too neat. Patton would've been the obvious choice, if it wasn't for his blatent ignorance when it came to Logan. He barely knew he was alive.

So, who, admired Logan?

And why was it a secret?