The Journal

Summary: James recieves a journal for Christmas from an anonymous sender. What better to do with it, than write? Seventh year, JP pairing. R&R please!

A/N: Ah..another chapter. Thank you to my kind reviewers for reviewing! And to those who have added this story to their alerts. Imagine my surprise, when I log in to my e-mail and I find 233 e-mails sitting there! Some of them being from Fanfiction, alerting me about various reviews for my stories and telling me about those who have added my stories to their alerts. I cannot thank you enough:)

Oh yes, before James comes to remind me, let me just say that I own nothing. Thank you once again!

December 26th, 2007

Hey again. I can't believe I'm writing in this for a second time. But I guess that the threat of a curse was too scary for me to bear. Anyways, here I am. I took a break from prank-playing to do this. Sirius was, needless to say, shocked beyond words that I would pass off a chance to curse good old Snivellus, aka Severus Snape, the greasiest, most pathetic Slytherin to ever grace the House. I swear to God, the idiot's probably never seen a bottle of shampoo, or a decent thing such as a bath. Ugh.

There's another reason that I'm not playing any pranks on the idiot (I hope he's thankful!). Lily, my sweet, dear lily-flower, is friends with the git. Amazing isn't it? I mean, how can anyone as amazing as her, be friends with him? I have no clue, but I have suspicions. You see, everytime I see Snape looking at Lily, I can see something in his eyes. I told Remus about this a few days ago, and he just frowned and refused to tell me anything other than that's exactly how I look whenever I look at Lily.

I'm not going to deny it, but I really do love Lily Evans. The only thing I want more than anything is for her to notice me.

Which brings me back to the fact that I passed off a chance to curse good ole Snape. The reason is, well, if it bothers Lily so much when I curse him -- or others for that matter --, I'm not going to do it anymore. I'm not ruining my chances of getting Lily. Not in a million years. Even if it means that I'm losing my reputation as trouble-maker. And, besides, the fun's wearing off now anyways. I mean, how many times can I get a laugh out of seeing a poor first year sprout tentacles out of his head, simply 'cause he was inbetween me and my treacle fudge? It's pathetic now, and frankly, rather sad to watch.

Sirius, being the Sirius he is, hasn't laid any of the old practices to rest. I wonder how long it'll be before he learns how pathetic it is to watch the poor kid go running ot the nurses office, or the looks that his friends give him.

Oh wait, there goes that kid now. Wow, coincidence?

I think not.

Oh great, now I'm quoting those Sherlock Holmes books that my dad sent me two Christmasses ago. Oh wow.

Wait, wait, WAIT! LILY'S looking at ME AGAIN! Oh my god. Is my hair okay? Do I have something on my face? No wait, she's not saying anything. She's walking up to me now, she's...

-few seconds later-

...asked me if she can borrow my quill.

Oh well.

Better than being snapped at for existing isn't it?

Bye,

James Potter.

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