A/N: As we all know, I do not own Harry Potter.

Sunday, September 1st, 10:30 a.m., the car

Okay, seriously. Is it really that hard to drive? I mean, I know he never does and all, since wizards don't really need to drive usually, but still. I'm sure I could drive perfectly fine and I've NEVER driven. I pointed this out, but it kind of made him mad. Personally, I think my dad just might be psycho. I've always known that he's demented, I just never really knew the full scope of his dementia. Whenever I mention my concerns about one of my dad's many mental incapabilities to James, he tells me to shut up. James, I mean. Seriously, is that anyway to talk to a lady? Okay, so I'm not really a lady, but I am his sister after all. I always treat him with respect and kindness. That's a lie too. But still, he doesn't have to be such a dork-face all of the time.

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BLOODY HELL!!!!! I think I may have just had a heart attack. My dad almost caused a huge accident! Can't he just stay in his own lane? THE ROAD IS STRAIGHT!!! And the worst part is he didn't even care! In fact, I'm the only one in the car who just saw their life flash before their eyes. My mom just went "whoops!" and James just laughed along with my dad, who said "Good thing there aren't any plees-men."

This is not a time to joke! That's what I was thinking when my mom said "Actually, honey, they're called 'Peas-men', there isn't an 'l' in the word."

Hello? Besides the fact that we just almost died, I am surrounded by a car-full of daft people…ALL OF THEM! Don't they remember anything from Muggle Studies? Did they even TAKE Muggle Studies?

Then Sirius, the living hell of my life, goes, "Actually, Mrs. Potter, I believe there isn't any 'p' in the word at all, they're actually called – "

"POLICE MEN!" I cried, "they're called 'Police men'. It's not that hard to remember."

"Are you sure?" Sirius asked me, like he was all suspicious of me or something.

"Yes I am sure!" You dimwitted prat, I wanted to add, but my mom is in the front seat and she would have totally yelled at me. What I did add is, "Unlike you, my head is filled with more than air. There's actually information up there. I know it's a hard concept to grasp."

"Honey, you know we are very proud of how smart you are, but that's no reason to be so rude to poor Sirius," my mother said to me. I glared at the back of her head. Excuse me, but I'm her own child! Shouldn't she be sticking up for me? But no, she obviously loves Sirius better. It's no wonder, really. I mean, he fits in with my family much more than I do. He's just as psychotic and daft as the rest of them, plus he's as big-headed as James.

So now Sirius is grinning all smugly from James' other side and I really want to smack him. But, being a lady, I can't.

Okay, my dad is seriously driving in the middle of the road right now, I really have to go.

Sunday, September 1st, 3:47 p.m., the Hogwarts Express

I'm really not a bad friend or anything, I swear, it's just…my friends can be as psycho as my family sometimes. Which is why I'm sitting in this empty compartment right now instead of in the one I was sharing with them. Well, with them and the MARAUDERS. The Marauders being my brother and his equally demented friends…yes, that sadly includes Sirius Black. Oh, and Lily was there too, which is weird because she hates James, but whatever. She's probably the only normal person I know other than myself. Which is why, unlike half of the Hogwarts female population, she is NOT in love with my prat of a brother. Don't get me wrong, I really do like my brother and all, but that doesn't mean he isn't a git and a prat and as mentally unstable as the rest of my family. When I say my family, I mean my WHOLE family. Yes, even my oldest brother Braden and my older sister Libby, and especially my little sister, Evelyn, who somehow slept through the whole car ride in which we practically died multiple times. I won't even begin to mention the REST of my family. You know, like my aunts and uncles and cousins and stuff. Plus, there's my psychotic grandmother who makes my dad look completely sane.

Sometimes I really don't understand them. Just like I don't understand my friends right now. Take Beverly for instance. She informed us that she has a crush on Sirius (before he or his friends came in of course). She has a crush on SIRIUS!!! I suggested that maybe we check her into St. Mungo's but Emily, the sensible one, said I was being immature and positively ridiculous. Well, at least I thought that Emily was the sensible one, but that was before she started reading her Transfiguration book before we even got to school. And all Alice can think about is her new boyfriend (they started going out at the end of last year) Frank Longbottom. When you talk to her it's like she's a zombie or something. So, I figured that I at least had the company of Keely's sanity, but that was until she started analyzing everything that's wrong with me, starting with the fact that my feelings of my family's mental problems are completely fanciful and have no basis of truth whatsoever, not to mention that I'm apparently way over dramatic and if anyone in my family is psychotic then it's definitely me. Which I take extreme offense to. I am NOT psychotic.

So here I am, enjoying the last of the quiet and solitude that I will enjoy in a very long time.

Go figure that the second I write that there's a huge commotion out in the hall. I'd better go see what it is…

Sunday, September 1st, 11:42 p.m., my dorm,

Of course James and Sirius were involved. And it isn't surprising that so was Snape. It also isn't surprising that I now have a huge gash on my face. Can't they last one day without having to go around bothering people? Or, if they must torture Snape (which I can totally see where they're coming from) couldn't they at least work on their aim? But NO, they have to go around ruining other peoples lives. When I say other people's lives I'm referring to mine, due to the fact that I know have a large, hideously ugly gash on my face, which will probably prevent me from getting a boyfriend which means I'll never get married and I'll end up as the lonely old cat lady who lives next door.

James thinks that I will end up as the lonely old cat lady, but not because of the gash on my face. Though he's really not one to talk, seeing as he's been chasing after Lily for years and she thoroughly hates his guts.

So anyway, I yelled at them for a good twenty minutes. James and Sirius, I mean. After that Lily came out and once she found out what happened she yelled at them for at least thirty minutes. Revenge is sweet when your dweeb of a brother gets majorly chewed out by the girl of his dreams. Not to mention that it's going to be even sweeter when I write to my mom and tell her about the trouble James was causing on the train. I'm not normally a snitch and everything (though being the younger sister it can be quite fun at times) but James definitely deserves it after he mutilated my face. Well, it might have actually been Sirius, but if I tried to get Sirius in trouble with my mom it wouldn't work because, like I said before, she loves him more than she loves her own children. I swear. I'm expecting a howler to come for James sometime this week.

So when we finally got to Hogwarts, of course it just had to be raining. Beverly was whining about how her hair was getting ruined. Since when does Beverly whine? And about her hair? Oh I know, that would be ever since she got a crush on Sirius. Okay, I admit, she wasn't actually whining, but still. I mean, she's usually all fun and cutesy and stuff. Now she's a drag, having a crush on Sirius and asking about her hair and all. I'm hoping she'll get over it soon. And if that wasn't enough, Evelyn somehow managed to latch herself onto me somewhere between the train and the carriages. Doesn't she have her own friends? Seriously, come on.

"They're not any fun today," she told me. I rolled my eyes at her even though I sort of appreciated it. I mean, she was implying that I'm fun. Because I know she wasn't talking about Beverly, or Alice for that matter. And she definitely wasn't talking about Keely or Emily. In fact, now that I think about, none of my friends were any fun today either. Well, except for Riley, but I didn't even see her until after dinner, which I was starting to think was really weird. That I hadn't seen her yet, I mean.

I don't think there was one inch of me that wasn't wet by the time we made it into the Great Hall.

Alice, of course, wanted to sit with Frank. Beverly, on the other hand, insisted we go sit by Sirius, since she's in love with him and all. The problem with this was that they weren't sitting anywhere near each other. So after five minutes of the two arguing where we were going to sit, Keely and I went with Alice and Emily went with Beverly. Beverly was upset about this because she had wanted me to come with her, since James is my brother so I had an 'in' with them. Not that they would think it was weird that Beverly and Emily were sitting by them. But Beverly's been acting really weird now that she has a crush on Sirius. Anyway, I refused to go sit with them since I had had enough with the two boys for one day. To stress this point to her, I showed her the deformity across my face. Not that anyone could miss it.

Alice practically ran to go sit by Frank. I sat down next to Cooper, who was sitting across from Frank, and Keely sat next to me. The first thing Cooper said to me was, "what happened to your face?" If I wasn't such a lady, he would have found himself lying on the floor as severely mutilated as I am.

"Where's Riley?" I demanded of Cooper once the feast had started.

"How should I know?" he asked, completely unconcerned.

Sometimes I wonder if he's as daft as my brother. "Uh, hello? She's your sister!"

"So?"

Whatever. I just dropped it. Cooper and Riley Paige live next door to us. We've known them for our whole lives. Cooper is James' age and Riley's my age. We've all been best friends since we were little.

The rest of the meal past without much occurrence. That is, besides the nauseating gushy love stuff that Alice and Frank were displaying across the table. Keely agreed with me on this, "I think I've lost my appetite."

I finally found Riley once we got to the common room. I practically knocked her to the ground when I ran to hug her. I know I'd just seen her yesterday, but if there was ever a day I needed Riley's level-headed sanity it was today. I mean, considering I couldn't even count on Keely for that. Not that she was so bad, but I don't appreciate being told I'm overly dramatic and irrational and all that nonsense. Well, it turns out that the reason that I didn't see Riley on the train is because she's a prefect and had prefect duties, which I completely forgot about. Which is weird, because it's a very memorable thing, considering the fact that Dumbledore must have gone completely mental making Riley prefect. We all know that Emily's the one who should be prefect, and that Riley's the total opposite of responsible. Then, at dinner, it turns out Beverly got Riley to sit with them. You know, since I wouldn't and Riley's known James her whole life. I really don't know what's wrong with Beverly lately. Well, I do, but still. If I act like that when I'm in love with some boy, then I never want to be in love. Seriously. As if Beverly's not bad enough, look at Alice. I swear that girl has completely lost her mind.

Maybe tomorrow they'll be back to normal. Hopefully.