Summary: Through diary entries, the passion between James Potter and Lily Evans flourishes. (Like Flourish and Blotts...haha, just kidding) See how it all happened in their eyes.
That Scary First Page:
"Hey, Prongs, check this out!" yelled an excited Sirius Black as he waved a thick pile of parchment in the air with great enthusiasm. Ever since Mooney had told him about "flipbooks", brought into discussion in his Muggle Studies class, he wanted to see one first hand.
"Just a second, damn it!" cried James Potter, putting the finishing touches on his enchanted paper airplane. Love note number one million six thousand eight hundred and ninety seven, ready for takeoff. He blew it into life, sending it to the innocent redhead who sat at the other side of the classroom. She turned her head to take in the sight. He winked, she scowled, his heart raced. The cycle continued.
"PRONGS!"
"PADFOOT!"
"Oi, mate, check this out!" Sirius flipped the pages of the "book" rapidly, in order to show James the action that went on inside. "Snivellus with his head struck by lightning! See! His head's caught on fire with all that grease!"
"Brilliant, Padfoot! Absolutely ace! Now, to turn dreams into reality..."
"Welcome back, class! Are we ready for another fine day of the study of Divination?" The professor called out, her eyes filled with mystery and excitement. Whispers and murmurs filled the classroom; they were not exactly the kind of welcome she had wanted. She coughed and carried on.
"As my sixth years, I am to help you get in tune with your inner selves. I want you all to understand who you are and why you act the way you do-"
Sirius's hand made its way up in the air, startling a lot of the students around him not to mention the professor.
"Yes, Mr. Black?"
"I'm pretty sure I know who I am, professor. My name is Sirius Black and I do things because there is no valid point that says I shouldn't." Laughter spread throughout the classroom, shocking the professor.
"Yes, of course, but I mean you should understand yourself to the point of knowing what you will do in the future, therefore predicting what-"
"So school rules don't exist for you, do they, Black?" replied Lily Evans, the so-called "innocent" redhead who perched herself by the farside of the class. Her response was meant to challenge Sirius, but all those who've tried to challenge him know that he could care less. At least they do now.
"Rules are meant to be broken, Evans."
"Ahem! Anyway, you are all to be assigned journals for the next few months. Now, these journals should be written in daily. Not "should"...they will be. That is an order. I want you to write everything you are feeling, do not leave anything out. Now, after those months, we will analyze the logs and come up with a conclusion and present it to the class. Here are your starting journals. When you finish this journal, you are to go to purchase another one during any of the Hogsmeade trips that are scheduled during the rest of this year." She dropped the hard-bound journals onto her desk, making a loud thump.
"Class dismissed."
I can't believe I have to write in this bloody diary-type thing for five months. Bugger. What am i supposed to write in this bloody thing? About school? I'm not a lazy arse nancy-boy. About Quidditch? It never sounds as good once you write it down. Not like I've tried, of course...
About Evans? Hey...this could actually be an interesting assignment.
-James Potter
I'm not one for writing in journals, but I suppose it shall be done. When I first heard we were to write in these for Divination, I thought Marlene was mistaken. She had heard from Danielle Whriteman, a sixth year Hufflepuff that we would be doing so, but I never trust Danielle. Crowned queen of gossip, that one. The professor's probably gone mad, this seems more like a psychotherapuetic technique than something that we should be doing for Divination...
Nothing else has really happened today. Potter sent me another bloody love note. I put it in the sink and let it slowly disintegrate into the mini ocean of water. I really do wish he'd focus his attention on some other girl. Wait...that would be wishing this horrible plague onto some poor unsuspecting girl who probably doesn't even deserve it. No, wait. May he please move his affections from me to Danielle Whiteman. Amen. Merlin, you're the only one who can save me now.
-Lily Evans
Author's Note: Hey, guys! I'm sorry that this chapter seemed excruciatingly short and kind of slow, but I know for a fact that it will get faster and better! My Microsoft Word is acting up so I'm doing this on notepad, so the whole font thing...yeah, not possible just yet. I hope you liked the chapter and please keep reading!
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