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Property of J. Potter
July 23rd, 1977... 23:49
I hate this.
I hate not being able to go to school. I'm not learning anything, and my dad just got sent on a really important Auror mission in the Andes. Mum's worried sick. She is every time Dad goes on any mission, even if it's just across the street.
I asked out Lily Evans through owl post. Again. She said no. Again. In a Howler. Again.
I can't wait until next week. Padfoot's getting his own place now; he says that he'll have a huge party or something. I doubt it though. Padfoot never really got the hang of organization. It'll probably be only Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and me. But, then again, how has that ever stopped us from having an excess of fun before.
Shoot, Mum's coming upstairs.
July 25th, 1977... 20:24
Got a letter from Dad. His mission is going okay, but he isn't allowed to say what it is. He'll be home in two days, if all goes well.
Moony sent me a funny photo today. Wormtail was at his house, and somehow got stuck in the laundry hamper. All you can see is his little hands and legs waving about. I'll just keep the picture in here.
There's something like thirty-nine days until school. Um...that's boring.
Only 3 days until Padfoot gets his flat. That's not really all that boring at all.
J.P. + L.E. - love
July 29th, 1977... 13:37
Just got back from Sirius' new place. The party was mostly just unpacking all his stuff, eating most of the food, and breaking half the plates (Peter dropped the box.) Somehow, Sirius managed to get more people than just us Marauders. Frank Longbottom showed up, too, with his girlfriend, Alice. And Dora Tonks was there, but mostly just talked to Remus. Honestly, those two...yeah.
So most people ended up staying the night at the flat. Naturally, the girls didn't stay. I got teased about Lily. Remus sat in a corner and read. Wormtail laughed at all our jokes like the little pansy he can be. Frank taught us some defence spells that were pretty cool. He also brought a radio, but we had trouble finding anything we all agreed on. We found out that Remus was not actually reading, but having some sort of weird conversation with someone through a book, like instant owling. He wouldn't say who he was talking to, and we didn't want to bother him about it either. He's pretty good at hexing us in unpleasant and/or uncomfortable ways.
Oh, I almost forgot. Around eleven at night, Sirius thought he heard something outside, so he looked out his window (which faces into an alleyway, dumpsters and all) and saw some old Muggle wheeling an old motorbike over to the emptiest dumpster and tossing it in (which is weird, because old cars and stuff are supposed to go to landfills, according to Moony.) Sirius was practically jumping for joy, because he thought he could get that old piece of crap to work. He's taken it inside and he says he's going to work on it over the summer. I don't really believe him, but it would be pretty cool if he got it to work. Maybe he could give it a few...modifications, per say.
Sirius' Address: 2388 Faraday Ave.
I want to write Lily again. She'd probably not listen to me though.
Wormtail is going to be overage in a few days. Let the world scream in terror and run.
J.P. + L.E. - love...I hope.