Author's Note: I hope everyone enjoys this! It's my first fanfiction, so please don't be too harsh. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: These Characters and this world come from the mind of J.K. Rowling
Lily's Diary
Hate. Strong, fiery, passionate hate. That is the only way I can describe my feelings for James Potter. Unfortunately, that stupid prat has been trying to convince me otherwise since the first time he laid his eyes on me during our first year. He is always saying stupid things like "Hey Evans! Nice shirt. Take it off." or asking me out every five minutes. I think I have probably used every possible way there is to blow him off by now, but the boy just can't take a hint. (Or a direct suggestion for that matter.)
It's not only his persistence that annoys me. Everything about him makes my hair stand on end, my skin crawl, and my fists clench in order to resist the urge to hit him in his big head.
I hate the stupid way he acts. He has an ego so big that I don't see how he would expect me to be in the same room as him if by some miracle he were to convince me to date him.
And his stupid friends. Why must they always be with him? Whether it's Black away from the broom closet where he spends so much time, Pettigrew trying to get some attention by following him, or Lupin with his nose constantly in a book, he always has at least one of his fellow Marauders with him. Of course, I still don't see why they have to have a name for their little band of egotistical prats. (I should mention that Lupin is not a prat. I sometimes wonder why he even is friends.) I mean, it's not as though my three best friends and I have to label ourselves. It's just the fact that girls are so much more mature than boys.
Since we met on the train, Rose and I have been best friends. We met violet later that day at the feast and then Emily as soon as we moved into our dormitory. Ever since then, we have always told each other everything and been more like sisters than best friends.
Rose is the beauty of the group. She's tall and slim with straight golden hair, falling to her waist and blue green eyes. She has every guy in school chasing her.
Violet is the quiet one. She's always just in for the ride, whatever it may be. She is short, though still beautiful. She has shoulder length ebony hair and chestnut brown eyes. She's the one we all act as a mother to.
Emily, however, is the typical ditzy blond. She is always hyper and bouncy. She can get anything she wants out of us by merely looking at us with her big blue eyes. She keeps everyone around her in a good mood.
I don't see how I can compare to my friends. I'm always the mother in the group. My mind is constantly in a book or thinking about my homework (as well as my plans to murder Potter.) My auburn hair has gentle curls and is shiny, I guess, but I wish it were straight and amazing like Rose's. My eyes are the only part I really like about myself. That's the only part of me I would want to pass onto my kids someday. They are emerald green and almond shaped. I really wish I could live up to the beauty of my friends.
Crap…Potter just got back to the dormitory we are forced to share ad the head boy and girl of the school. I really don't see why Dumbledore would make that arrogant toerag head boy.
I don't think I could survive living with him if it weren't for the fact that I got to bring my best friends with me. The only problem of this is that the Marauders live here as well. Bugger…he's walking this way. I better stop writing before he steals this. I really do loathe that boy.
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed it! Please R& R!