June 21st, 1975
Dear Diary
         
I hate Potter.
 
Now that that’s all said and done with, we can move on.

If you can’t guess who that compartment belonged to, you don’t know me and my luck at all.
 
          Did it belong to the Marauders?
 
          Why yes of course it did.

We all turned and saw…Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlor. My mouth started to water at the very thought of ice cream. Marlene and I began to walk like zombies, drawn irresistibly to the store.
 

You know, sometimes I wonder if Binns just goes on right through the summer. Like, he wouldn’t notice if we weren’t there, so maybe he teaches to an empty classroom.

 

          I bet he does.

“Now Lily, let’s negotiate…” he said, holding up his hands. “You spare me more yelling, and we tell you how to get out.”

 

          Is anyone else getting a severe feeling of déjà vu?

“Tell me Black, where have you been for the last year? You know, when I refused your best mate a total of 6,524 times?”

ignorance-unawareness of something, often of something important. And let me tell you, it is most definitely not bliss.