“Demonstrate, if you would,” Professor McGonagall said with a hint of exasperation. I took a deep breath and...set the poor kitten on fire. I. Set. A. Kitten. On. Fire. I am a horrible, horrible human being. I should dig a hole and stay down there, or better yet set my own tail on fire to see how it feels.

James told him something. And I think...maybe....he planned the whole thing...he knew I would be coming from the dorms to the library so he set James to bump into me...or maybe he made the flats turn against me too...damn the murderous flats...

I blew it.

So I finally started it. I was spewing out facts that were coming out of nowhere and made no sense, and I was trying not to concentrate on the deliciously tantalizing scent of food wafting from the Great Hall. Dammit. Today was mince meat pie day. Well, I looked up from my incredibly dreadful essay and jumped. James Potter had sat down across from me.

Uncontrollable butterflies, let me tell you.

It started to rain really heavily as I got up into the sky, and I was soaked through and shaking, it was cold and I was beginning to get scared. The broom touched down in front of his huge stone house. I held the broom and knocked on the door fiercely with the knocker, and ended up pounding on the door with all of my weight. He opened it, looking annoyed, and then a look of bewilderment bloomed across his features.

We looked at each other and burst out laughing as we headed up the stairs to classes.
Which, speaking of classes, went fine. But during Defense against the Dark Arts I had to use the loo, so I got up and asked for a pass and left the room. Halfway down the hallway Charlie Goldstein, a semi-handsome but very weirdish sixth year came out of nowhere and walked up to me. Before I knew what was happening, he had me pinned against the wall.

Then, in a huge stampede, kittens, rabbits, birds, frogs, porcupines, beetles, and mice came running, hopping, bouncing, crawling, scuttling, and screeching down the halls. I grabbed James’ elbow and he pulled me to the side as we stood against the wall as we watched a frantic McGonagall chase them, wand forgotten.

When mum turned around, she looked a little shocked, and then Abby pulled me into the hug. My mum smelled heavily of a thick, tingly store bought muggle perfume I can never place. After the waterworks subsided and we had all gotten a chance to relax, Dumbledore offered to ready means of transportation to Hogsmeade. We said yes. But, but, BUT, then Abby said she wasn’t feeling up to going, and that she was going to the Hospital Wing for something to cure her headache. So now it is me and mum. Mum and me. Somebody, take me now.

We began to laugh, and I knew I didn’t like him. I knew I liked Sirius, and that James was just a good friend. I was positive at that moment.
Then, I saw a huge spider, crawling on the wall above his head. I screamed, and he turned around, and screamed louder, and he jumped over the bucket to be opposite it, like me, and we clung to each other, yelling about the spider. “KILL IT!” I screeched.

So we are sliding down the slopes on plastic sleds and garbage bin lids, and I got on, with Sirius behind me, and we went down so fast...the air was freezing but I was warm and his arms were around me as I held the little string to steer the sled, but lost control. It flipped us off, and we went flying and tumbling down the hill the rest of the way, and when we landed at the bottom, covered in snow and laughing, I felt like my life was perfect. And when we looked up at what was going on at the top of the hill, I gasped and Sirius held my hand tight as we ran up.

Life is like writing with a pen on paper, don’t you think? You can write as much as you have room for and anything you want, you can cross it out but you can never truly erase it. Well, my life has been invaded by Sirius once again, and this time he isn’t ever getting to leave.