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A/N: This fanfic occurs at the same time and has the same focus of my fanfiction 'Blind', but you don't have to read it in order to understand this one. Please read, review and take a look at my other fanfics.
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Miss Evans, I would like to congratulate you on becoming Head Girl at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year. As you may not know about this tradition, I would like to inform you that the Head Girl is required to create a journal or recount, of sorts, about the quirks that come with the position of Head Girl and the best thing about the position.
Yours faithfully,
Minerva McGonagall.
Hi. My name is (deep breath): Lily Margareta Eileena Evans.
As it says above, Professor McGonagall has asked me to write about what the best thing about being Head Girl is, in exchange for the 'quirks' (?) that come with being Head Girl.
Great. (I bet He-who-I-will-not-talk-about-yet doesn't have to write a DIARY!)
Yeah, being Head Girl has its 'quirks', but I still don't really know what I'm going to write.
So, there is the Prefect Bathroom, which is practically a spa; the ability to break curfew and the power to give Slytherins detention. SLEEP WITH ONE EYE OPEN SNIVELLUS!
Then there are the negatives:
*Prefect rounds. (with HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-FANCIED!)
*Insults from Slytherins (after giving them said detentions).
*Expectations: I'm supposed to be 100% perfect, all of the time. (Not far off, but a girl got to have SOME fun.)
*And last of all... the biggest monster of all: He-who-must-not-be-fancied.
Or to sane humans, James Potter.
I do not fancy James Potter, by the way.
At all.
He is arrogant, egotistical, frustrating, hot, annoying, hot, conceited, hot, wealthy and yep, you guessed it, hot.
I know, his resume practically writes itself.
Honestly, I'm surprised that his broomstick can get off the ground with that fat head of his on it, and it surprises me that he can get out of bed in the morning, his lack of brain cells should make this physically impossible! His broom is faster than the neurons in his brain, and I might as well try to cooperate with a brick wall.
Oh, did I not mention?
Boy-with-the-intellect-of-the-Giant-Squid is Head Boy.
I have to work with him.
Not only that, McGonagall said we have to 'get on'. Has spending that much time in the proximity of the Marauders sent her stark raving bonkers? (It wouldn't surprise me, actually, as close proximity to Mr-Not-so-hot-Hotshot has sent me stark raving bonkers.) Idiot-Potter and I have NOT, will NOT and can NOT work together.
Unless they want Hogwarts to descend into chaos and become consumed in flames. Then we probably could do a good job.
You're probably wondering what's wrong with HE-WHO-SHALL-FOREVER-BE-HYPHENATED.
"If he's hot, then he can't be that bad, can he Lily?" You cry innocently, your mind not yet ruined by He-who-has-an-overlarge-head.
I quite like lists, (can you tell?) so I will write you a list of the reasons why I don't like He-who-Lily-does-not-like:
*Arrogance-No one cares if you scored a goal at Quidditch practice. NO ONE CARES!
*Fan club- He literally has a fan club! I have girls come up to me and be all like "What is it like breathing the same air as James Potter? Is it amazing being in his presence? Will he marry me, despite the fact that I'm 11?"
*Inability to LISTEN!- I ask him a question, he ignores me. It's like trying to get Sirius to settle down. It's just not happening!
*Bad habits.- He ruffles his hair. Constantly. I have to tell Sirius to get him a comb for Christmas, as he doesn't deserve a present from me. At all.
*Lack of a hairbrush.- His hair looks like a dead hedgehog. Literally, his hair looks like a Kneazle ate conditioner, then died. I wonder what it would feel like if I ran my hand through it...
NO! BEEP, BEEP, BEEP. WARNING! LILY, DO NOT BE CONTAMINATED BY POTTER GERMS!
*Habit of hexing random people.-He has an alarm system in his head, I swear. It's like:
Slytherin! Must fire hex. Must fire hex. Ooooh, look it's Snivellus. Must jinx twice. Must jinx twice.
I am completely over the Snape thing.
Yep.
Over it.
Couldn't be more over it if I tried.
I'm practically looking down at it...and waving...and laughing...and...and...
Yeah, I'm not quite over it yet.
But it's not going to stop me living my life as the slightly insane person that I am.
I kind of enjoy watching He-who-has-hair-like-a-porcupine jinx Snivellus now actually, because he deserves it.
You' re probably gasping now, like "Why Lily? What could he have done that warrants being attacked by Mr-I-have-hair-like-a-clothes-brush himself?"
In 5th year, (wow, long time ago now) that BACKSTABBING PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING called me something after I stood up to Mr-I-just-ran-for-ten-minutes-but-am-not-out-of-breath. (I am not exactly sporty, but Porcupine Potter is.)
"What did he call you Lily?" You ask, completely enthralled in my thrilling adventure.
That SNAKE called me a m-
I can't say it.
Ok, I'll spell it out.
Which is ridiculous because I'm writing in a book, and not reading this aloud at all.
I hope.
Alice is giving me a strange look... Hang on...
IT'S OK! NO NEED FOR EMERGENCY PROCEDURES! I WASN'T READING ALOUD.
I just had ink all over my forehead.
Anyway, he called me: (I'm flinching as I write this. Get a grip Lily!)
M
U
D
B
L
O
O
D
(shudders)
He-who-loves-his-broom-more-than-his-mother stuck up for me, which has sweet. I suppose.
I yelled at him too, though. Ducks imaginary rotten fruit and vegetables currently being lobbed at my head.
I was mad, ok.
Don't start throwing imaginary rotten fruit and vegetables at me!
I ramble and rant when I'm mad, and he knows that.
He had just cursed my ex-best friend (shudders) and said "best friend" had just insulted me. There was no way I was going to go out with him. I mean, come on! Who would?
You, probably.
He is kind of hot.
If I hadn't already said.
He has deflated his head a bit too.
He is also loyal.
Kind.
Sweet.
Kind of hot.
I, Lily Evans, have broken the most sacred rule in my hypothetical rule book for life.
*Do not fancy He-who-not-be-fancied.
That's right.
There is a slight possibility that I like James Potter.
So like I said before, being Head Girl has its quirks.
But the best thing about being Head Girl?
It's the Head Boy.
I am not sure whether to keep this as a one-shot, or write another entry in James' perspective. ?
Please hit that 'review' button and let me know!
Thanks a million,
She-who-loves-writing-fanfiction xx
