1 September 1975
9:45 a.m.
Oh jeez.
So I guess I should come up with a greeting that's somewhat more refined than my pathetic attempt at cursing.
If one could call my half-arsed attempts at shortening the Muggles' saviour's name cursing, anyway.
I know what you're thinking.
She's so weird.
Well, it's true, dear, beloved, awesome, Diary.
I'm Lily, by the by.
Lily Evans, at your disposal for abundant sources of mockery and all-around loserishness.
And yes, I know that last bit wasn't actually a word, I am a prefect after all.
Speaking of, that reminds me of school. I'm going back to Hogwarts today.
As for the introduction, I suppose I should put it out there that my wonderful sister Petunia flushed my old diary down the toilet. So my mum got me a this one, which I'm totally stoked for – I vent through writing.
Don't ask why she'd fling my deepest thoughts, secret hopes, and wildest dreams in the WC.
She's just like that.
Her only though, Mum and Dad are absolutely ecstatic for me, and with good reason. As mentioned, I've been made one of Gryffindor's fifth year prefects!
Going back to Hogwarts will mean a lot of things. It'll be filled with – hopefully– steamy encounters with James Potter, loaded with trussing up for balls we're finally of age to attend, and tons and tons of fun with my wildly popular, extremely gorgeous girl friends.
Ha. I wish. Here are the facts, cut and dry.
The only thing exciting about my life? Is the fact that I can actually come up with something so ridiculously out of my scope and league through my overactive imagination. While my friends are quite pretty and well-liked, I myself am not.
James Potter? Doesn't know I exist.
And I most likely will not be attending any of the common room shindigs – let alone a ball – because chances are, no one will ask.
Remember how I briefly mentioned my old diary?
Yeah. I may seem like I sort of had an, I dunno, affinity for the damned thing, but now that I really think about it, I am so flippin glad that thing's gone.
In a way, I suppose Tuny's done a favour for me, because Merlin knows I need to purge my memories of Sirius Black's humiliating exposure of my inner thoughts and turmoil. I lied earlier about James Potter's ignorance of my existence.
Long story short: There's Second Year. There's me – let me paint a tempting picture of my devastatingly good looks – bright, hurt-your-eyes orange hair, thick, corrective-vision glasses, bushy eyebrows, and braces.
Yummy.
Add that exponential list to my slightly hunched, self-conscious posture that made me appear hump-backed, and my thin, knobby knees… Well. You can only imagine what a complete hottie I was/am.
And there's The Marauders – James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew, three of whom are highly revered and complete the crème de la crème of Hogwartian teenage society. Everyone thinks that the boys are very, very attractive. And very, very cool.
They were always up to something. Pranks were their forte, and they made sure that by Second Year, everyone knew it. Needless to say, this was the year the majority of our class's, ahem, losers were toyed with.
My diary, filled with doodlings that read "Mrs. James Potter" and "I heart James" was filched by Sirius Black one drafty Potions class.
He read a couple of excerpts from my wordy sanctuary. The descriptive passages that described James' hair were blasted throughout the Great Hall during lunch, and much to my chagrin, James did not in fact, return my sentiments.
From then on, they – save for Remus and Peter – would target me.
And it wasn't fun.
On a much lighter note, last year they pretty much ignored me and starting focusing their attentions on the Slytherins, though I must admit that because they put the limelight off of me, I didn't really pay attention to that.
And the saddest thing would have to be that even though James isn't the slightest bit interested, and even though he continually pranked me and made fun of my appearance…
I still fancy him.
Oh jeez.
Petunia's yelling again. Mum's dropping me off at King's Cross, so if I want to get a move on I'll have to cut this short right now.
I guess the next thing I want to mention is that I went to Paris this summer! Merlin, that was quite the experience, everything was absolutely marvelous. It helped loads that I'm fluent in the French language seeing as my mum's half, but I –
- Damn, I seriously have to get going.
Cheers,
Lily.