Is she pretty? Is her hair as nice as yo—
Who are you?!
Her hair is wonderful, but that is not the point.
Sirius black. Your friend since forever and your teammate.
Gwenog jumped nearly a foot in the air when she’d noticed that Sirius had come closer. Gazing upon him from across the courtyard was a thrill in and of itself — Gwen had felt the same topsy-turvy sensation that trilled in her stomach every time she kicked off the ground on a broom. Cheeks flushed, she hurriedly brought her hands away from her hair. “Sirius!”
She swallowed once, trying to regain some composure. “…Sirius, hello.” You should kiss him. Kiss him. KISS HIM. RUN YOUR HANDS THROUGH THOSE LUXURIOUS CURLS AND— “So, erm, how have you been? I see that the hours since we last spoke have only made you more handsome.” …what the f— "Have you heard of all the peculiar things happening to the other students lately? Marlene didn’t recognize me when I said hello after breakfast." Breakfast. Breakfast. WAIT A BLOODY MOMENT— ”…heh heh.”
"You’re beautiful when you blush, you know that?" and somehow, in spite of himself feeling he should stop, he felt the emotion. Soon enough it would take over. How strong was it again?
"She didn’t recognize me either… That should make me more upset, but I’m sure it will come back to her," he said, unsure as to why they were talking about another girl. WAIT. CONCENTRATE. STAY FO— "But handsome though I may be, I do not think I can begin to compare with an angel like you," he reached up and lightly brushed her face, and the cheesiness of the situation was not lost on the rapidly-dwindling still-conscious part of his mind.
"Sure," Remus laughed with a coy nod, looking back at his best friend. "Blame the professor."
"So, what are we doing this time?"
"I can and I will," he laughs.
"Breakfast, my dear Moony. It’s gonna be sick! We’ll sneak in our own foods (but don’t tell James, I’m going to swap his out) and spike the food that comes from the kitchens. Minor effects, of course, but effects none the less. Should be a blast!