February 10, 1976

Dear Sirius Black,

You have stopped staring. Somehow, I have started to miss your eyes on my every movement. It now feels as if you purposely avoid looking in my direction just so that our eyes don't meet. I don't know why you suddenly decided I wasn't worth your time anymore, but I do know that I wish you didn't.

For the first time, I actually felt seen. I felt as if I was worth looking at. Growing up with an abusive father who only saw the worst in you really messes with your head. I never felt as if I was good enough. Not for my dad. Not for anyone my age. Not for myself.

When you started to pay attention to me, well, I don't know. I started to feel as if maybe I was wrong about myself. That maybe I didn't deserve nothing. That maybe I was worth something.

I know I asked you to stop staring, but if I asked you to keep doing it, would you?

Adira