The JOURNAL of James H. Potter
Just to clarify before I begin to express my feelings towards life and the greater being of man, I just want to state that this is a JOURNAL. Not a dairy. No, a diary is a pink, heart covered, tiny, book which girls write in to express their 'feelings'.
Since, I, James Potter, have no 'feelings' this will be called a journal. A manly journal at that.
And before I begin telling you what happens during the passing days here at Hogwarts, I just want to say to put down the journal. Yes, you know who you are. And I refused to be mocked Sirius! Put down my manly journal and step away. Far. Far. Away. Possibly somewhere out by the Forbidden Forest.
September 11th
This marks the beginning of my manly journal. This journal was actually Remus' idea for me to get into touch with my 'feelings'. Ha! Who needs feelings! Feelings caused me to slip in a puddle of mud on the first day of Hogwarts in my first year and cry because I was embarrassed about the whole thing. Right there I made an oath to rid my body of those useless things!
But the 'getting in touch with your feelings' was Remus' idea to let me have more of a chance with Lily. Ok, maybe just a chance. He says I have no tact, which happens to be absolutely false. Sirius is the one with no tact, and I will stand by that until the day I die!
Unfortunately I must stop here because 1) Nothing of sheer importance happened today and 2) my hand is cramping from all this writing. Man I haven't written this much since my first year when I took school seriously.
Farwell my manly journal!
James Potter
Ho Hum! So this is what you were up to. How sweet Prongsy has a diary. I remember that time you fell in the mud puddle on the first day of school, out of sheer pity I took to being you friend. But you cried your eyes out. Simply hilarious. But on a more serious note I think you journal is a little crazy. Tried taking a bite at my hand it did. Had to hit it on the floor a couple times to make it stop.
Sirius