Summary: Lily keeps a witches diary but she uses and enchantment that means it automatically writes her thoughts so she doesn't have to… trouble is it writes her every thought!
Lily Luna Potter's thought's diaryAugust 9th
Mum and dad are at it again! All I can hear is mum screaming and dad laughing. I suppose I'm lucky that they are just having a laugh and that they're in the kitchen not their room. It was not a pleasant entry when dad forgot to muffliato the walls! 'Harry if you dare touch my feet again I'll bat bogey you!' mum screams but she threatens that a lot but never does, when I ask her why not she says that she couldn't live with herself if a bat gave dad a scar because she would be more gutted for herself than him. I'm not too sure about how my mother's mind works but I'm pretty sure it mostly revolves around dad. She always goes on about how she misses him when he's away on auror business.
Once dad had to go away for a whole week! I have to say that it really hurt to see my mum so down. She spent most of her free time eating peanut butter out of the jar and looking though photo albums until she ran out of both when she decided to spend quality girl time with her daughter, lucky me! Oh god they're coming upstairs! 'Lily! Help!' She screamed when I open the door what do I find? They finished their tickling fight and are now snogging right in front of their fifteen-year-old daughters door! "Really Mum, Dad! In front of my door!" I shouted and they both looked up and smiled nervously. I knew he'd do it, I just knew 'we can go outside they boys room if you want' Dad said with a grin and Mum laughed. "Funny! NOT!" I said angrily I slammed the door and sat down on my bed angrily as I heard them burst into laughter again. I have to admit it though; I really hope I meet someone as perfect for me as dad is for mum and vice versa.
Anyway now the chuckle couple has gone let's get back to me! Well… I just came back from my fifth year at Hogwarts, sixteen next year, yay! I don't think that makes anything new legal… wait I can have sex but I don't have a boyfriend and I'm not that desperate to just pick any random unsuspecting boy. Ah well, I'll just wait I suppose. What colour should I paint my toenails, my fingers still have a nice French manicure but I rather colour on my feet… Pink, damn it's empty… Red, I don't even have any red shoes… Black, not on my toes it would just look… I can't describe it but I don't like it. Oh well looks like its natural feet then. How boring… I need to be a bit more inventive- Oh yeah still doing my diary.
Let's see, anything new? No. Anything changed? No. Anything happening? No. Oh wait! Yeah, James latest, and most 'serious' girlfriend is coming for dinner tomorrow. I wish uncle George weren't so busy these days, I don't have anyone to bet with over how long it this girl to forget James and ogle dad before being stared (yes stared not scared, as in will give evil death glares until girl closes her eyes in terror) out of her wits by mum and grandma… and possibly auntie Hermione when the mood takes her. I know! "Al" … "Al!" ……… Fine I'll go knock… bloody hell! How the hell can he move in there? I can't even see the carpet or any flat surface for- is that a rat? We don't have a rat, do we? No uncle Ron has a phobia and auntie Fleur is scared stiff. 'What could I do for my lovely little sister this fine day?' Ah, I like Al when he's in this mood. "Well my dear brother. I propose we make a bet" 'And what would this bet be about?' "How long it this girl to forget James and ogle dad before being stared out of her wits by mum and grandma… and possibly auntie Hermione when the mood takes her. I bet two galleons she'll be gone before desert." 'Your on and I bet she'll be gone before that!'
