Sirilius looked at you from across the field. He was hiding up in a large willow tree and watching you train your sword skills. He sighed and laid across the branches, smiling at the sight of you and your beautiful face. Over the last month he had been following you around without you knowing. He knew it was creepy but he was truly in love with you. You were his muse! He wrote in his notebook poems of his love for you endlessly until he slipped up and dropped his notebook out of the tree...