Part One
Character Interaction-
"A diary? Moony, you bought me a diary?"
"It's not a diary Sirius; it's a journal."
"Oh! Well, ex-cuse me!"
"Shut up, Sirius. I thought maybe you could use it to keep your thoughts together or something." Remus Lupin sat in the Marauder's dormitory, trying to give Sirius his birthday present. He had not expected Sirius to think it to be a diary, for it looked nothing like a diary. That's not at all what Remus had intended it to be.
Sirius looked at his companion's frustrated face, and softened up, "Okay, Rem, I'll use it if it makes you happy."
Remus smiled broadly, "Writing is a good way to get your feelings out without actually having to tell anyone anything. It can be quite relaxing as well, Padfoot. You should really use this."
Sirius sighed, "I know, Moony. I know. I told you I'll use it, and I promise you I will." Sirius looked deep into Remus' amber eyes, seeing them light up at his words. That's all Sirius wanted: To make Remus happy.
"Good," Remus stood from Sirius' bed, and crossed the dormitory to his own. He laid down, mumbling, "I'm tired, and I will be going to bed now. 'Night Padfoot." He pulled the hangings closed around him, falling asleep within minutes.
Sirius smiled at his friend before he closed his own hangings, and opened the blank book. He had to admit, it didn't look like your average diary. It was bound in black leather, with a motorcycle on the front. Remus really knew what Sirius liked, motorcycles being one of them. He reached over to his night stand, grabbed a quill, and began scribbling away on the first page
Sirius' Journal-
October 14th Tuesday
Merlin, do I feel stupid writing in this thing. Why in Merlin's name would Moony think to buy me a journal? Does he really think I'm that much of a pouf? And yet here I am, writing away. Maybe I am that much of a pouf. Bloody hellཀ I don't even want to get into that at the moment, especially not with an inanimate object. You know, I think Moony's gayer than I am sometimes. When giving me this he says, "Writing is a good way to get your feelings out without actually having to tell anyone anything. It can be quite relaxing as well, Padfoot. You should really use this." He never ceases to amaze me, that boy.
So aside from the story of your sudden existence, and my immense feelings of gayness at the moment, I will explain a little of myself, so if I get into a fight with the Giant Squid tomorrow and die, someone can read this at my funeral. So, my name is Sirius Orion Black, and I have just turned sixteen today. As of last year, I could no longer stand my "Wonderful, Better-Than-Everyone," Pureblood family, and moved in with James Potter, my best mate. Remus Lupin was the giver of this journal, for today is my birthday, and some odd force of Merlin compelled him to buy me this. Now I shall explain the Marauders, and then I shall move onto my wonderful self. (See, I'm not as conceited as some people think. I am explaining my friends before myself, aren't I?)
So first there's Remus Lupin, or Moony, as we like to call him. The first thing I'll say about him, is the fact that he is a werewolf, hence the nickname. But he's not a monster, nor have I ever thought him to be. He is a sweet, clever, and kind boy with these amazing amber eyes you could loose yourself in, and sandy blond hair. It's rumored he's gay, but he has yet to admit it to any of the Marauders, and I won't believe it until I hear it straight from him. He is quite a reserved, almost self-conscious, boy. He is, after all, the only of the Marauders to sleep fully clothed, to my dismay.
Next there's James Potter, or Prongs as we all call him. He's my best mate, like a brother. As I said, I moved in with him last year, and his parents (bless them) took me in graciously. He's a kind, clever, but somewhat arrogant boy(if I do say so myself), with hazel eyes hidden behind thin-rimmed glasses, and a tangle of jet black hair. When we learned of Moony's lycanthropy, James, Peter, and myself decided to become Animagi. James became a stag, earning him the nickname Prongs.
Now onto Peter Pettigrew. I'm still not entirely sure how or why we became friends with him. There's nothing wrong with him, but he's a bit cowardly and childish at times. He's a plump little man, with light hair, but he's kind to everyone. I don't think he could hurt a fly if he wanted to. He also became an Animagus with James and myself. His form is that of a rat, so accordingly he was donned Wormtail.
That's it about my closest mates, so now onto the utterly wonderful moi. I am Padfoot, for my Animagus form is that of a great black dog. (Looks a bit like the grim actually, but that's just an added spook bonus.) I am incredibly handsome, (Yes, I know that was a bit arrogant) being tall and muscular, with long ebony hair, and a well-chiseled face. The girls seem to drop at my feet, or so Prongs says. I only occasionally realize, or care about it. I think I've already found the love of my life.
Well, for not wanting to write in the first place, I think I've written my fair share for the next year. So, I'll be stopping now.
October 16th Thursday
I have now been threatened by Moony to write daily. He says if I don't he won't talk to me for a month. That would be the true definition of torture. I mean, what would I do without Moony's intelligent conversations? I would be stuck with James whining about Lily Evans (Some Gryffindor redhead Prongsie's been obsessing over for years) never liking him for hours and hours until I am forced to jump off the Astronomy Tower. I know he's my best mate and all, but enough is enough.
I don't know what to write in bloody journals. Moony says I should just write about what I did today, but what fun is that? Writing is not fun, but because it's Moony, I'll do it.
So today... I woke up. I ate breakfast with Moony, Wormtail, and Prongs. Prongs spilled his pumpkin juice down the front of his robes again when Evans walked by. Bloody git is lovesick to the point of disgust over that girl.
So anyway, after breakfast, we went to Potions with the Slug. (A.K.A. Professor Slughorn). We had to do some complicated sleeping potion. I worked with Prongs, while Moony worked with Wormtail. Lets just say, Prongs and myself aren't the best potion makers, and ended up sending Peter to the Infirmary because our potion was too strong. Poor Wormy. He's okay now though... I think.
But even worse than that, The Slug wouldn't leave Prongsie and I alone. He was constantly at our cauldron talking to James about his wonderful parents, and his wonderful Pureblood family and all that happy hippogriff shit. But it gets worseཀ Prongs "accidentally" let it slip to Sluggy that I was living with him and his 'Wonderful Pureblood Family', so now Slughorn's invited me to one of his peppy parties tomorrow night, along with Prongs, Moony, and Lily. Oh joy. I just can't wait for that.
The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, unless you would consider the normal Snape Torture of the Day, eventful. Moony, being a good little prefect, did absolutely nothing to stop Prongs and I from permanently sticking Snivelly to the back of a broom cupboard door after dinner this evening. That was mildly entertaining, though we did that once in third year, so it wasn't as funny this time around.
I wonder if anyone's found him yet? It has been two hours since supper, after all. But I honestly couldn't care less. I really couldn't. He's such a foul git. That new spell he's learned is a dangerous one. Prongs and I are gonna have to watch out for that one. Left a right nice gash across my arm today. Stupid bugger. Remus healed it though, and I'm fine now. No need to worry.
Gahhhཀ My hand hurtsཀ I don't even write this much in History of Magicཀ My hand is not used to this abuseཀ
Character Interaction-
"You okay, Moony?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. What makes you think there's something wrong?"
"Well, first of all, you said all that way too fast to sound normal. And second, you've been on the same page in that bloody book for the past seven minutes, and I know you read faster than that."
James Potter and Remus Lupin were seated in the Gryffindor Common Room that Thursday night, on their favorite couch closest to the fire. It was nearing eleven o'clock, as Remus pretended to read his book, and James worked on his Transfiguration Essay due next Monday. James had stopped when he'd noticed the absence of Moony's frequent page-flipping noises.
"There's nothing wrong, James. Honestly, I'm not lying." Remus assured to his dark haired companion. He returned his gaze to the book, flipping the first page in the past seven minutes.
James looked at his tawny friend wryly, though Remus noticed this not, for his nose was buried deep in the book, "You would tell me if there was something bothering you, right?" James asked, wanting conformation of the depth of his friendship with this certain werewolf.
Remus closed his eyes, and rubbed the bridge of his nose, giving himself the appearance of a man beyond his years, "Yes, Prongs," he reopened his eyes, and positioned them back on the book, "I would tell you. That is how you should know that there is nothing wrong."
James continued staring at him quizzically, as though he expected Remus to break down in front of him, and tell him everything that was bothering his heavy heart. Though he knew better than to expect that. Remus shared his feelings with no one; no one but Sirius, that is. James sighed, knowing it would be futile to continue badgering Remus. He would never get the truth out of him. Only Sirius would be able to find out what was truly wrong with him.
After several minutes of silence, James decided it was time to leave Remus alone for a while, "I'm gonna go to bed now," James stood up from his seat, "I'll talk to you in the morning, or when you come upstairs. Whenever." James exited the Common Room taking refuge in his warm bed, Sirius and Peter snoring lightly in the darkness of their dormitory.
Remus vaguely heard James announce his departure, not noticing his absence until many minutes after he left. Remus looked from his book to his wrist, noting the time: Eleven thirty. He knew he should go to bed, having classes in the morning, but he couldn't sleep. There was too much guilt on his conscience to slumber in the same room with that boy. So instead, Remus laid down across the couch on which he resided, and promptly fell asleep where he lay, far away from Sirius.
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Prongsie :)