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The Witterings of James Potter

7th May, 1975

Right so.. Tonight went really well! And when I say 'really well' I of course mean abso-bloody-lutely awful.

First off, M. SIRIUS BLACK is no longer allowed to use my personal supply of dungbombs, even when he has run out of his own stash. I spent a good three hours setting up the greatest fireworks display EVER occomplished at Hogwarts School. I should be in bloody record books! But no, I end up with two weeks of detention and another snotty letter home from Professor Mcgonnalosehermarbles.

Basically, my fanastic plan to woe the heart of fair lady (fair lady played by one, Lily Evans) was to have Remus bring her to the Quidditch pitch at exactly nine o'clock. There he would leave her and she would give witness to the greatest, most elaborate display of affection in the form of animated fireworks. It was a brilliant plan. I even finished that one so that it would say 'J.P loves L.E' in big grand letters upon explosion. And it would be romantic and she would fall into my arms and we'd live bloody happily ever after.

But no, Padders couldn't help himself. He had to unleash no less than three dungbombs and a nose bleeding hex on Snape. It wouldn't have mattered so much if Lily hadn't been there when he did it, thus making the poor girl choke and heave at the smell. Snape whined loudly and dramatically about the 'absolute agony' he was in and insisted that Sirius had tried to kill him Naturally, Lily chewed Sirius' ear off and stomped off with that miserable toad to the hospital wing. I should've never trusted Sirius, things are getting far worse between those two. I don't like where it's going..

So, my blazing romantic efforts were for nothing. Remus tried comforting me, he said that the fireworks were lovely and would keep until next year. Then he gave me some chocolate, patted me on the back and told me that I'd have better luck next time. He says this everytime. I beginning to doubt my reclusive friend.

I packed everything up and eventually came inside. It was well after the curfew but I was so miserable I barely noticed Peeves hovering around, obviously looking for guilty students to terrorise. He spotted me. I ran. Into a suit of armour on the 2nd floor. The noise was probably enough to wake up everyone in the entire county let alone castle. So that's where detention comes in.

Thanks, Sirius. You giant git.

I'm going to bed now, before anything else happens. Before my world completely falls into darkness.

~ J. Potter.

P.S: Sirius is git.