January 31, 1976

Dear Sirius Black,

Please stop staring at me all the time.

You probably don't even realize I know, but I do. How could I not when your eyes burn holes into me every time I walk into a room? It is getting really fucking annoying, and I would love it if you would stop. Or snap a picture or do something. Literally anything. But stop fucking looking at me like that.

Frankly, it makes me feel a little too exhilarated. And I absolutely hate it.

It's as if ever since your birthday, I'm the only thing you can think about. That sounds egotistical and narcissistic, but what am I supposed to think when your eyes can instantly pick me out in any crowd in a matter of seconds? On paper it sounds plain right creepy.

Man up and actually come talk to me. Flirt with me. Tell me some stupid, cheesy pick up line. Ask me out. Charm me like how you charm the other girls. Whatever. Just stop staring.

Adira Hassan