The Diary of Swearwords, misspelled words and the annoying feeling when your nose is itching like mad and there's nothing you can do about it.

Saturday, someday in august

Hot chocolate on my jeans, and I mean really really reaaaally hot! Feels like my legs will burn until they look like a… plucked hen? No, that's how they look normally. Ehm, a plucked hen that someone's spilled hot chocolate on!

Fuck, why o whyyyyy do I suck at this imagination-thingy?

Birthday yesterday, that's why I'm writing in you, you little creepy thing that wants to be written in. I hope you know that you are a gift from my best and most awesomest friend Hector, who'd kill me if he'd known I'd described him as anything else.

Mum and dad are at the… I dunno, they are somewhere, doing something. Gonna go check with Maud, my muggle sister, who's working on becoming some sort of hippie. She's actually kinda into Divination and stuff like that, it's strange but she's better at that stuff then my teacher. Maybe she's not a witch, but I'm quite sure that she's got magical abilities when it comes to divination.

Maud said that mum and dad are looking for a new sofa. Huh, I wonder why….. Peuh, do you know how hard it is to write a lot of dots after each other when you're writing with a quill? Seriously, don't try it.

I'm only writing in you 'cause I'm bored, but I dunno what to write about, why do people write diaries? Why?

Ok, so I'm rambling. This is my first entry ever EVER in a diary! Don't judge. Peace and love. Love is in the air folks. Ehm, yeah I might have stolen that from Maud.

I'm sitting in my room, writing in you if you hadn't figured that out. My walls are painted in a quiet blue, if that's possible. I did it after I came home by Christmas in first year, Hogwarts-sick. Well, I did most of it, until my dad busted me and decided that it wasn't properly done so he had to finish it.

So, diary without name, now you know that I'm a Ravenclaw! And that doesn't explain why I'm not creative at all, I know. My hand is aching, so I'm gonna take the quick basic introduction.

I'm 16 years old, average height. My eyes are blue, duh, and I've got red hair. Like, really red hair. Like, oh my god is there a fire somewhere? -colored. Blöh, I hate people who over-use the word "like". I also hate languages, fiction and I'm kinda thin, so people call me anorexic. And you know what? That is mean! Who goes to a chubby person and tell them that they are fat? I didn't have a choice in which body I got, so get over it!

Sorry diary without a name, I'm just going Gryffindor on you.

The sorting hat took ages until he/she/it/whatever put me in Ravenclaw. Way to make me feel special. I want some muffins right now. I like lights that smells as if they were filled with amortentia, studying and fishing. That's a weird combination, I know. I live in Scotland by the Argyll forest park if you know it, am in love with Star Wars and I'm still stuck with the Beatles music repeating itself in my head, can't get rid of those geniuses.

And that's what you now know about me, it's kinda cool that you don't know anything else about me really. Well, you can't know anything about me at all, seeing that you are an inanimate object, and you really are only my daily thoughts on a paper…

Trudiloo!

Flobberworms ate my butt.

Sunday, really early in the morning

Haha, I forgot to give you my name, it's Lucy Wood. Woopsies.

Don't tell anyone that I'm a geek!

Tuesday, later in august

Holidays are boring, I want to see my beautiful library! (don't tell madam Pince that I think of it as such, she'd figuratively kill me) I long to read something I haven't read before (fiction really doesn't count, gush my parents would kill me if they knew that I don't like it) I WANNA GO TO HOGWARTS, NOW! I'm gonna drench myself in the shower.

The day it all begins, que epic music!

FINALLY! Hoggy today! I'm gonna see Hector and my favorite Gryffindor whom I have not yet introduced, Lily Evans. She's got red hair as well, but her green eyes stand out like traffic lights. And she's got more curves than me… Sad face.

It's really annoying that I'm in Scotland, yet I have to floo to my aunt in London and then go to King's Cross and THEN sit on a train for an eternity and then I'm back where I started. Waste of time. But I still get it, that time is needed to catch up with friends, gossip and do some homework for those who haven't- Really just come to terms with the fact that there's another school year coming up.

I'll write more on the train!

And this is me, writing on a train. Pretty neat handwriting, don't you think? Hector is reading a work of fiction riiiight in front of me. Lily gave me a late birthday present, I forgot to send my family owl Eerie to her… She was a bit pissed at me, but forgave me gracefully. If that's possible. It was a pen! A nice, shiny muggle pen! That's why I now can write this much without my hand twisting in agony. Lily's a prefect, and a Gryffindor, so we won't be seeing her until the feast I guess. She said she's going to talk to her Gryffindor mates for a while then do the usual boring patrols.

I am, as you might have figured out, not a prefect. That stuff isn't for me. Neither is Hector, he's much too much into his studies to accept such a time-sucking post.

I wonder where the trolley is… I'd like a-

Okay, that was just weird. These really, really weird Gryffindor blokes just came in to our compartment and started asking all these questions. This was kinda how it went:

I'm sitting there all innocent, and Hector is reading. Then four Gryffindor boys came in, not asking for permission and just sat down, and one of really, really started staring at me. He was a bit pale, with round glasses and black hair that looked like it had just came out of a tornado. I really had no idea who he was.

"You know Lilyflower." That was a statement.

"…Yes." I said, looking at him as if he was mad. He just stared at me, clearly believing that he didn't have to elaborate. I, however, did.

"I'm sorry, but who are you?" Now the boys looked at me, shocked. What, I can't know everyone in this school, can I?

"Are you joking?" asked another one, with brown hair and silvery eyes. Kinda handsome I guess, but he looked like he thought he was the best thing since Snow White.

"No? Why should I be?" was my answer, everyone except one stared at me with mouths open. And I knew him; he was that Gryffindor prefect Lily's been talking about. He actually smiled the smallest of smiles. Oh well, this was fun. I wouldn't tell that I actually knew who Remus was.

"But we're, we're cool!" one of them said, who was kinda short compared to the others, but a nice-looking boy.

"Personally, those sort of thing's don't interest me the slightest." I said, but not wanting to sound bitchy I added, "But if you don't mind me asking, who are you?"

Astounded, they just continued their staring at me.

"Do you live in your books?" asked the boy with the tornado hair. "We are, the one and only, gang of Hogwarts, known to everyone. Well, except you, obviously. And I'm curious, but how is it that you don't know who we are?"

"Do you know my name?"

"Lucy Wood, Ravenclaw, friend to Lily Evans." Tornado hair said immediately.

"Oh, so sorry then that I didn't know your name. Come to think of it, I still don't."

"James Potter, and this is Remus Lupin" he pointed at the one I actually did know the name of ", Peter Pettigrew "that was the shorter one" and Sirius."

Sirius, smiled at me flirtatiously. I ignored him, noticing a couple of girls standing outside our compartment wanting to get in. They looked pathetic, and I didn't wish to join them any time soon.

"Pleasure."

"Ok, but can you please please pleaaaasee tell me something about Lily?" James asked, going all creepy and looking like something between throwing up and fainting.

"Why do you want the information?" I asked suspiciously.

"I love her!"

So he's some weird creepy stalker, I get it.

"Sorry dude, but I'm not interested in saying anything to a guy I don't know, about my friend. She hasn't even talked to me about you, so I'll wait until that day comes. Maybe then I'll talk to you, if there's a wedding or something, ok?"

"Wait, she hasn't even... Talked about me to you?" He looked heartbroken, poor stalker. The other boys looked a bit astounded.

"But this great fellow has been after her for Merlin knows how long!" Sirius exclaimed, staring at me. What was it with these people?

"Uhm.. And I should know about this, you think?"

"Hell yeah!" Sirius shouted, still in shock. "We're the one and only Marauders of this school, are you like an outcast or what?"

The boys just groaned and Peter smacked his forehead at his friend, James was just.. Unavaliable. He was zooming out, like really really zooming out. And there was just a tiny bit of drool started to come out, just in the corner of his mouth.

"Ignore the weird ones Lucy" Remus smiled at me, huh. Nice guy. "We'll just. We'll just leave then, okay guys?" Remus said, rising from his seat. The others followed him quietly, still not believing what just had happened. I heard Peter telling the other's that I was by far, the weirdest which he'd ever known. Ever.

And this, diary without a name, is how my trip to Hogwarts went. I think I might need to have a little chat with Lily about this… Like, now!

See ya soon diary!