Dear Diary,

Let me tell you, I'm absolutely horrid at keeping diaries. Chances are, this will be the only time I ever write here.

Also, until I can figure out how to charm this so no one can read it but me, I'll have to settle for leaving a brief written warning here. If your name is not Lily Evans, put this diary down. If I find out that you read it, be assured that the results will not be pretty.

That means you, Potter!

Got it? Good.

Anyway, today marks one month of me being at Hogwarts, and my stay here has been... well... Magical! Sure it's a lot of hard work, but I'm learning magic. Everything is so interesting, I don't care that I have an hour of homework every night!

The only bad thing about coming here is James Potter.

He's such a git! He thinks he's so cool, but he isn't! And, of course, he chooses to bother me!

Like last night, during our astronomy lessons! James I'm-so-perfect-Potter decided that he would stand at the edge of the tower and threaten to jump if I didn't say yes to going out with him. I didn't think he was serious, so I said that he could jump for all I cared and then he did!

I panicked, as any rational person would. I thought I just killed Potter! But turns out he had a broomstick with him that he had an older student cast a disillusioning charm on. He was upset that it didn't work, but you couldn't tell from how hard he and his stupid friends were laughing because of the 'look on my face.' Well, what did they think my face would look like?! I just watched someone jump to their death over me!

I've never hated anyone as much as I hate Potter. Sometimes, Severus and I have whole conversations about how much we hate him and all the ways we want to hurt him. I hope he gets over this stupid crush soon, because there is no way I'd ever date him in a million years.

Yours Truly,

Lily Evans

Dear Lily,

You might want to get a move on with that charm you talked about. Nice to know how much you and Snape care about me. And go ahead and hex me for reading this. I'd like to see you try. You're exceptionally pretty when you're angry.

With Love,

James Potter

P.S. I will not reveal how I got this. I fear for my accomplices' lives.