A/N: I'd like to welcome everyone to the James/Lily Experience. It is a pleasure to finally (after several months) post this here. I will be happy to announce that there will be regular updates as a fair amount of the story has already been written. Please note that this will be in public diary form and as such will be quite long. I would also like to identify the authors of this project: blufiresprite, athiya, and jmagiq. The initial manuscript was originally posted on xanga. The authors above did not, in any way whatsoever, profit from this website.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, we do not have the satisfaction or joy of owning such unique characters. Though I know a few of us would not complain on having "dibs" on James, Sirius or Remus.

Name

Lily Evans

Description

Physical or mental?? 'Cos frankly I am quite uncertain of what the inside of my head looks like, thank you very much. Although I suppose that's a physical description of my head, now isn't it? Oh, very well. I am of average height, nearly 5'6. My hair is rather long, I suppose, just below my shoulders and quite a dark shade of red. My eyes are 'emerald' green as my mother likes to call them. She is very proud of the jade orbs, being in possession of a pair herself. I am fair skinned (almost too fair if you ask me) and dutifully express my concern for its pale appearance.

Academically, I'd like to call myself well achieved and only slightly disadvantaged as 1) I am a girl and 2) I am Muggle-born. I guess the only reason I strive so much for good marks is because I'd like to prove that I am as much a witch as any Pureblood, whether they like it or not. I have magic in my blood and that is all that matters.

Interests

Ooh, I love almost everything out there--especially Madame Pomfrey's newest creation, 'Pepper-Up Potion'--except for those immature 'Marauders.' Can you believe that's what they call themselves? As if they have some special talent no one knows about. Ha! (At the current moment, I am trying to convince my student body that political awareness should be exercised within and outside of the Wizarding World.)

Expertise

Interestingly, Charms is my best subject, though I can't figure out why. Strangely enough, Charms also happens to be where I find myself unusually in plain view of one of the most idiotic boys the school has had the misfortune to house. But I can't say he isn't brilliant.

Party

GHOBAB Sisterhood. (Luff ya much!)

Welcome to your first entry! Just write your mind.

Erm, I don't really think I can literally write my mind. Draw it, perhaps . . . but write it? I'm better off writing my thoughts.

1 September 1974

tuesday
4:12 p.m.
train

Dad says that I should make my daily occurrences public 'cos it would entertain many. After sharing this bit of information with my own friends, they have decided to do so also. Anyway, we are at current moment on the Hogwarts Express and have determined to take the next hour to fill in what has happened. I like to call it the annual 'Attack of the Idiots.' Course, it happens most everyday once I get to school. Hmm, perhaps I should rename it the '1st September Attack of the Idiots.'

::shakes head:: That is completely beside the point. Excuse me while I roll my eyes. ::rolls eyes:: So, as I was saying, the GHOBAB Sisterhood's usual meet/greet and catching up was interrupted by the Marauder's habitual invasion of privacy.

We found the spy ware latched unto the walls of our compartment just as we entered it: eyes and ears. The five of us, Jennifer (Jenn), Victoria (Tors), Matilda (Tils), Anneliese (Liese), and I decided to step outside and plot our revenge. Our plan was to pretend we had fallen hopelessly in love with Sirius, Remus, James, and Peter. When the time came of their confrontation, we'd "play along" and squeeze it for all it was worth.

"So Jenn," I said, taking the responsibility of starting the whole ordeal. "What was it that you oh-so-urgently needed to tell me?"

Jenn paused for a second, trying to stifle her giggles. "Well . . . you see I had this dream."

"A dream?" Tils asked, encouraging her to go on.

"Yes a dream," Jenn answered.

"Well what kind of dream? A nightmare? An 'I Wish It Would Happen' dream or one of those really funky dreams where you turn into a guy and your sole purpose is to prove to other girls that you are just as girly?" Tors explained.

"Erm . . . you haven't had one of those turning into a guy dreams, have you?" Liese asked Tors.

She blushed like mad. "Er, only once. It was really weird."

"Ooh, what'd you look like?" Jenn asked her.

"Hey! I thought you were telling us about your dream?" she shot back.

Jenn closed her eyes and looked up at the ceiling contemplatively, as if hoping for a spark of imagination. "Right," she said. "Well, in my dream, there was . . . a boy."

"A boy!" Tors squealed with delight. It seemed as if she had forgotten that we were only pretending.

"Do we know him?" Liese asked sensibly.

"Good question," I said.

"Yes, you do know him. Well, you know of him," Jenn stated.

"It couldn't possibly be . . . could it?" I asked, mock-dramatically.

Jenn adopted the drama, as she always has. "Oh, I think it is! I think I've managed to do the impossible! The unthinkable! The suicidal! And yet, I love it so much!"

"What? What is it?!" Tors said exasperatedly. Oh yes, she had definitely forgotten we were pretending.

Tils gasped just as theatrically. "She's dreamt of—"

"Remus! And oh, how I love him!" Jenn began to swoon. Her acting was going just a bit over the top.

"Oh, that's alright, dear," I said, putting on the condolences. "I know exactly how you feel."

Jenn looked appalled, as if what I was saying were real. "How could you, Lily Evans, know what it feels like to love thine own enemy?"

Great. I knew exactly where she was going with this. But it was all just an act. Why not play along? I had NOTHING to lose.

Right?

"It just so happens, Jennifer Till, that I have fallen head over heels for James Potter," I said.

Tors was absolutely aghast. "But—how could you?"

Honestly, she can be a bit daft sometimes. I just think it may be the fact that her head is too wrapped up in dreams to ever decipher the difference between role playing and reality. Either that or she was one hell of a great actress.

"Oh, join the club," Liese said, eyes flashing mischievously and a wicked grin upon her lips. "I have found myself daydreaming about a certain 'enemy' as well."

"Who?" Tors asked, extremely interested.

"Peter Pettigrew," Liese answered without missing a heartbeat.

Victoria, the lunatic, began to weep. "How awful! Our hearts have been softened by the immature little pests and it is not until now that we confess it! I too have restrained my own thoughts! I think—I think I am in love with Sirius Black!"

Course we all thought it was just her way of saying "Ooh! I wanna play too!" And so we joined in and we all began to weep. Obviously, Tils was the only one who hadn't said anything about liking a guy, and so we all turned to her.

She looked at us with sad eyes and wiped away a fake tear. "Amos Diggory," were her whispered words and she buried her head in her hands and resumed her 'crying.'

"What have we done?" I cried. "All this time we have tried time and time again to get these gentlemen to leave us alone! And now look! We truly do like them and we truly have got them to stay away! What woe is this! What cruel and unjust life is this! What—what are you doing here, James Potter?!?!"

The compartment door had slid open, and we had all been too preoccupied with our acting to notice it. Five boys were framed in the doorway, three looking extremely smug and the other two looking quite nervous. James Potter was one of the smugger ones.

"Don't worry about it all, love," he said, coming through the compartment and placing an arm about my waist. "We heard the whole thing and no one blames you for not being able to resist my charm. I mean, who can?" He chuckled to himself.

I'd bet a million galleons my eyes were flashing all sorts of angry warnings, but I kept to 'the plan.' I turned around in his arms and looked into his eyes. They were hazel. Why hadn't I noticed that before? Oh yeah, I was too busy trying not to murder him. So why wasn't I doing that now? Right . . . 'the plan.' What an arrogant git, I thought. How could anyone ever like him? How can his mates stand him?

"I used to think I could, James. But that was all before this summer when I had an epiphany. I'm sure my mates could all say the same, right girls?" I had to make sure the attention wasn't all on me. And how embarrassing! If this idea weren't corrected by the time they got out of the compartment, the news would travel down throughout the train and I'd never hear the end of it once we got to school.

Tors gave a little wave to Black and Jenn marched right up to Remus. Liese kind of smiled at Peter and Tils just wouldn't stop grinning manically. Amos seemed a bit flustered at the lack of attention from Matilda.

"What a revelation!" Sirius exclaimed. He pushed James and I out of the way where he made his way over to Victoria scooped her up and carried her out of the room muttering "All the time I've wasted!" and then barking out laughter. James and I looked at each other, a bit puzzled. That's when we realized it would be a good idea if we followed Sirius to whatever he was going to do.

"Hey!" he yelled out the door, starting through the train. He then turned around, giving me a look saying, "Well, are you gonna follow me or not?" I obviously didn't trust Black with Tors—the idiot!—and so I went along.

My mates, however were actually more interested in 'trapping' their own victims than chasing after Sirius and Tors. But that wasn't any reason for leaving me alone with that bigheaded loser.

I didn't know that if I 'went along' it would eventually lead to running as James had very long strides and practically flew down the corridors. We had traversed the length of three cars and had yet to find them. Knocking on compartment doors and interrupting what looked like very intimate conversations, the two of us went along, James casting sidelong, bewildered and frustrated glances at me the entire way.

It wasn't until we decided to go back to my own compartment (an hour later), did we realize our mistake. While we had gone up the train, Sirius had carried Tors down it, and only a short distance. Sirius was in the compartment next to mine, Tors in tow. And they were playing strip poker. Or maybe they were in the middle of a snogging session, it was difficult to tell.

I, of course, was quite angry. "Victoria Pebble! You insolent little wench! Get off that man this instant! You ought to be ashamed of yourself! Making me go around the train like an idiot! And next to this narcissistic prat as well! How could you? Oh, do you not realize how much I have suffered?"

Oops. The rat was out of the bag. And James looked rather hurt. "I thought you like me?"

"Nope, never. It was just a game of cat and rat, and you just happened to be the rat. Seems we outsmarted you, Potter. Now get along," I snapped.

Sirius was rather confused as well. "Do tell me then, Evans, why Victoria here kissed me in the first place? I don't think she would have done that if it all were a game. Maybe Evans is just trying to protect her pitiful pride. Dear me, your love isn't blind at all now, is it Evans?"

How outrageous for him to assume such a thing! Which is what I told him. "How outrageous for you to assume such a thing! My feelings do not have to correspond to those of Victoria. If she kissed you, she must have spotted chocolate on your lips! You don't really like him, do you Tors?"

"Erm . . . I'm afraid I may like him a little," she answered shyly.

I slapped my forehead. Oh no. What a horribly atrocious thing to have happened. My best friend was in love with the best friend of my sworn enemy. What cruel fate.

"Tors, kill me now," I muttered. "No, better yet, let's be ironic and have James kill me. Potter, give me your wand. I'll program it to do the job quick—"

Sirius was laughing. At me. Great. "And they say Jenn's the dramatic one!"

Ha. Ha. Ha.

James took my hand. "Your carriage awaits, princess," he said bowing overdramatically. He then led me to my compartment and announced to everyone the whereabouts of Sirius and Tors.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please?"

All talking ceased.

"Sirius Black and Victoria Pebble have been located in the compartment adjacent to this one. Do not worry—they are safe and send their greetings and well wishes. They would also like to cordially invite you to their wedding this October—"

"James!" I said, laughing loudly.

"One second, Lily," he said to me. "Presents required! I recommend money. The new couple would greatly appreciate it! And we would like to thank you for using the James and Lily Tracking Services! Please call us again!"

He flashed a smile at the six pairs of boggled faces and turned back to me. "Well, little cat. I would like to thank you for accompanying me around this vehicle and bid you farewell. Erm . . . farewell."

"Bye," I said.

"Remus, Peter, Amos, we're outta here. Now," he stated.

Much to my surprise, the three he had addressed got up and followed him out. Moments later, I could hear him shouting at Sirius to 'get off his lovesick bum and do something productive for once.' Then Sirius shouted back that he was doing something productive—snogging.

After a long pause, I heard another shout, three thumps and a groan.

"James Potter! You lousy old coot! Get back here! I'm going to skin you alive, you mangy beast! Don't act so innocent, you deceiving sheep! Do you know you have cost me what may have been the best date of the year? You're going to pay for this!"

Jenn, Liese, Tils, and I laughed like mad. Tors bustled in a few moments later, very red in the face, as if the most embarrassing thing had happened.

"I—I forgot we were pretending . . . and I really do like Sirius. What am I going to do? This is horrible!"

Tell me about it, I thought.

Tils suggested we should just think about it all and then I told everyone about my dad's idea. And that's how I came about to write all of this down.

May you float above the rest as your own,

—Lily

Name

Victoria Pebble

Description

How superficial of this book thingy to ask! Well, not to flatter myself or anything, but I think I'm rather good looking. A bit blessed, in my opinion, not unlike a goddess.

Okay, I am merely being sarcastic. I don't think that of myself at all. In fact, I'd say it's almost a miracle I can get anyone to talk to me. Perhaps that's my best quality. Talking. I'm very much a people person when I think about it. I can get just about anyone to tell me anything. I think that's why my mates call me the Gossip Queen. I reckon the only one who's told me differently are my parents ('cos they're my parents and have no choice) and Sirius. Sirius feels that what drew him to me was this 'glow' that I have. I was immediately offended and asked him if he thought I was some kind of insect trap. But no, he says it's a kind of other-worldly glow, as if I were a faerie. He's probably used that line with every girl he's met. Oh yes, I deem myself an insect trap.

Interests

At current moment it is to redeem myself as something other than an insect trap. And of course to make sure Sirius Black doesn't ever say that same 'glow' crap to anyone else. Hmm . . . I must ask for stalking lessons when I write home.

Expertise

Being an insect trap. Buzz, buzz.

Party

GHOBAB Sisterhood

Welcome to your first entry! Just write your mind.

Lily and Tils think it's a good idea if I write down my feelings and then make it public. But it'll obviously only be 'public' to my friends 'cos I wouldn't be doing this if it were going to be made public to the actual public. I realize I am not making much sense.

See, I kissed Sirius Black today. There, I said it. I kissed him. And I really, really like him. But I don't know if he feels the same way as he's basically the biggest flirt in the school. He fed me this really strange insect trap theory and I now believe him to be a bit loony. But I still like him.

Argh, I wish they would teach us Relationship Do's and Don'ts at Hogwarts. It certainly would make things much easier. Although that is why I have four really good mates that can tell me all about it when they finish reading my about how I feel. I am feeling very distressed, by the way. I cannot tell you anything else because my feelings are being blocked by this other feeling of desperation and a kind of apprehension. Then there's also a bit of anxiety in my hands—they won't stop shaking.

Okay, maybe I lied.

—Tors

Name

Jennifer Till

Description
I am a female of fourteen years of age with dark brown hair and just as dark brown eyes. I am Caucasian and resemble a mop. I have tried to gain a bit of weight, but my body just won't let me.

Interests

Hmm . . . my focus is one-hundred percent devoted to my favourite guy Remmy, although I don't think I'd ever tell him. (I may be blackmailed by my mates if I don't remove that soon. . . .)

Expertise

Music! I play the violin, and just as Professor Dumbledore said,"Ah, music! A magic beyond all we do here!" I also love writing. I think I'll write a book or two alongside becoming a Medi-Witch.

Party

GHOBAB Sisterhood

Welcome to your first entry! Just write your mind.

Dear Diary,

Today went something like this:

· Meet/Greet

· Great Discovery

· Plot to Avenge

· Revelation of Hearts

· Invasion of Idiot Bigheads

· Kidnap

· Search Party Formed

· Search Party Searches

· Kidnapping Victim Asks for Lippy

· Kidnapping Victim Thanks Us

· Plot to Trick Search Party

· Talk

· Talk

· Talk

· Search Party Returns

· Wedding of Kidnapper and Victim Announced

· Removal of Idiot Bigheads

· Talk

· Crap Idea

· Write, write, write

—Jenn

Name

Anneliese Martin

Description

Vertically challenged. Long, dark, curly hair reaching to the middle of my back. Very petite and in possession of large head with large eyes.

Mates call me the human chocolate reducer 'cos I eat so much of it.

Interests

Fashion. Absolutely love it. I hope to be able to make a career of it one day.

Expertise

Acting a loon. I think I am an expert at making an ass of myself in almost impossible situations. A circus, for example.

Party

GHOBAB Sisterhood

Welcome to your first entry! Just write your mind.

Poor Lily. She's got no idea what's coming.

That's all I've got to say. And no, Lily, I cannot tell you what it is I'm talking about.

It'd be illegal.

And I'd also get my tongue ripped out. Literally.

So if you threaten me to tell you, I won't be able to as I am really rather fond of my tongue.

For future occasion, bugger off.

Love you,

—Liese

Name

Matilda Emerson

Description

Hi! I'm Matilda, or Tils and I am quite short and can hardly see a thing without my glasses. I used to have really long and pretty black hair that came down to my waist, but I cut it all off in a fit of frustration and now it barely reaches my shoulders.

My father is a Squib and as such it is very important to him that I excel in everything I do in school because I am very lucky and privileged to have been born magical.

So I do.

Interests

I have a very weird obsession with candy-canes and a Muggle candy called Skittles. I guess all I have to say is that I am a big fan of colour. Not a lezzie, though. I like boys just as much as I like my candy!

Expertise

My mates say I am very skilled in resolving conflicts and such. I, however, would like to think that I am more a professional when it comes to words. I am very meticulous when it comes to spelling, grammar, and especially handwriting. I'd say I am quite practiced in the art of calligraphy.

Party

GHOBAB Sisterhood

Welcome to your first entry! Just write your mind.

Amos is such an idiot. But he's a nice guy. A bit conceited, yes, but a nice guy nonetheless. I actually found out we have much in common. He is also very concerned with his studies, only he takes too much pride in his success.

Amos is such an idiot, though. He still thinks I fancy him. Ah well. Let him think what he wants. I suppose he didn't need this ego boost, but he'll deserve it once he finds out that I was only joking. I don't really like him. But he is a nice guy.

Amos is such an idiot. Aren't I redundant? But must one really have such a thick head that the words 'It's all a prank the girls and I pulled' mean absolutely nothing but sound a mere echo?

Amos is such an idiot.

—Tils

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