Diary of a Socially Awkward Maverick (Title is subject to change ;P )

1: Note to self: Work on People Skills

Sept 1
Bedroom, 9.34 AM

So third diary this year. This one I shall not lose, and it shall not fall into enemy hands.

I'm going back to Hogwarts today. It's my seventh and final year, so I have to make it my best, because in all fairness my last six years have been disappointing and awkward.

I solemnly swear that I, Tabitha Doaks, will keep this diary as often as I can, and not lie about events to make myself feel better.

…much.

This year will be the best, I'll get a boyfriend and make loads of new friends, do well in my NEWTs, and have the best year ever.

This year is going to be a good one, I can feel it in my bra straps.

On the train, 1.37 PM

So I'm sitting on the train, alone, 'cos that's how I roll. I'm mysterious, a lone wolf, a dark horse…

…Nah, I jest. The few friends I have mostly dropped out this year, 'cos most of my friends are shady characters. This year I only have two good friends at Hogwarts, which isn't too bad 'cos that means I don't have to remember things like birthdays all the time.

…sigh.

But oh well. Dolly, my best girl friend, should be along soon. But she's always late because very few people realise that she's a massive idiot. I mean like she's an idiot in EPIC proportions. It's not even funny. She's forever putting shoes on the wrong foot, and that can delay a girl indefinitely.

Better go, someone is trying to get in the door of the compartment.

2.02 PM

I hate my life.

You may ask why I am currently hating my life. Well, you see, it wasn't Dolly (WHERE IS THAT SILLY GIRL) who was trying to open the door a while back, it was Peter Pettigrew. He's a grade A tard if you ask me, but his friends… phoar.

Apparently there's no more room in the compartments so Peter and his group of Hot Friends (yes I have to capitalise that because… just because.) are currently sitting in mine.

I hate my life.

In my mind, I'm this smooth-talking sassy gal with a devil may care attitude, but in real life I'm just pretty socially awkward.

This is what happened.

Peter sticks his head in and goes, "Hey guys, I found an empty comp- oh, hi," Like he didn't see me but he totally did.

Then all his friends bustled in and it was all very awkward 'cos we've never spoken to each other.

So then after a while my massive White Elephant in the room, namely the four boys sharing the compartment, got too big to ignore. I was painfully aware that they were staring at me from their side of the compartment, not talking about their own stuff 'cos socially awkward me was sitting there, staring at my hands.

So after a while, James Potter goes, "Tabby, right? We're you at the Quiddich world cup this summer?" to break the tension, and I stupidly go, "Nah man, I'm not really into Quiddich, ninety percent of the game is half mental most of the time,"

And then I realised that that made no sense and Sirius Black laughs at me and goes, "God, I fucking love pleasantries." which I think means, not meaning to sound paranoid, god I fucking love listening to weirdos.

So that was that, now they're talking by themselves and I'm writing in my diary again.

I would kill for a cheese sandwich right now.

…or just a block of cheese. Mmmmmm.

3.24 PM

Sirius just talked to me again! He said, "So, did you get your supplies alright this year? I hear there was a mix-up with the robes in Madam Malkins this year."

And I was like, okay, act cool and say something witty, but then I couldn't think of anything smart to say so I stutter "Ah, yeah I got them okay,"

And he goes "Cool."

Is it sad to say that this may be the most exciting day of my life?

3.43 PM

I'm sitting here all fidgety and giddy, and it' only half because I need to pee really bad.

I was just staring out the windows and trying to remember the last time I'd spoken to the Marauders when I had a horrible flashback, of my last interaction with Remus Lupin.

When I was a third year, and I was paired up with Remus in Potions. I don't know what was wrong with me as a kid, and apart from being a useless partner, for some reason I had always thought his name was Lumpkin. So I was like "Can you pass the cauldron, Lumpkin?" "Sorry Lumpkin, can you help me slice this?" and so on and so forth, until he exploded and started yelling at me, like proper crazy. It was one of the most terrifying experiences of my life, and had, so far, been repressed.

Yep, that was the last time I'd spoken to him anyways. Oh doodie. How many more hours until we were at Hogwarts?

Sigh.

James Potter is eating a cheese sandwich… I think I hate him now. WHY OH WHY did I not bring a packed lunch?

3.45 PM

I think my stomach is eating itself.

4.01 PM

So the boys are acting like I'm not here, which suits me fine. I change my mind about this being an exciting day.

Why, you ask? Well, Sirius started talking to me a while back. And of course, I started talking like a weirdo, as I do, which I could see Sirius was loving. But then it started getting ridiculous, and it was obvious that he wasn't even pretending to not take the piss anymore.

He started asking me about personal stuff, like ridiculously inappropriate things, which got stifled laughs from his cronies but mortified me.

So he goes, "So, you wana find an empty compartment with me? We could have some fun of our own," with a wink and this massive doggish grin, and I snapped.

I don't know this boy, what gave him the right to mess with me? I am uncomfortable, hear me lash out.

So I go, "Seriously, Black," (saying that was only the first cringe-worthy mistake, looking back) "You think you're a shit, but you're THE shit," and before I realised what I had said, the boys were basically peeing in their pants laughing at poor little me.

Which is what I feel like doing now. Peeing, not laughing, that is.

Sirius grins, "Relax, Dokey, I'm only pulling the piss," and that reminded me that I needed to pee again, so I just sighed and looked out the window.

So that's why I'm sitting here, legs crossed, ignoring the boys opposite me, fighting the urge to punch Black in the throat.

I see now that I was too optimistic by far about this year.

Sigh.

4.04 PM

Wait did he call me Dokey?

4.05 PM

I think he did. That sounds too much like donkey for my liking.

4.06 PM

For all the years I've thought he was hot, I think in the past hour I've come to hate Sirius Black.

…I'm not a donkey…

;)

So. Verdict?

Tell me what ya think, all criticism welcome! :) Oh and I'm unhappy with the title, can anyone suggest an alternative? Please and cheese. ;)