In which habits are observed, people catagorised and the little voice in her head refuses to shut up.

‘Not likely Lily. I doubt James would take seven years of broken noses and public rejections lightly. Most likely he’ll just grab you when you least expect it and carry you around Hogsmeade over his shoulder this year.’

In which the final Marauder is met, assumptions made, and a commonroom terrified.

‘Well Black, you seem to have them wrapped around your finger don’t you. All these little lions actually believe that you belong here. Which spell did you use for that one?’

In which punishments are given, brooms are mourned and schemes are schemed.

‘Without pointing out that you really were endangering your own life by running around like that, I’m going to have to ask what I’m being charged of in this proverbial court trial.’

‘Attempted murder of course.’

In which Haedi remembers, Sirius is stalked and we meet a black dog called Snuffles

‘Siri-biri, I’ve missed you.’ She tolled as she crept up onto my bed with a manic grin.

In which the truth is told, Quidditch is played and some fair maidens shop

‘Are they…’ James began
‘…I think so.’ I answered, just as bewildered.
‘Huh.’ He said. ‘Well there’s something I never thought that I’d see.’
I nodded, my jaw still lying on the floor somewhere.

The meeting of a dashing Scottish Keeper.

He looked at me with a grin

‘You think I’m gorgeous?’