1.31, Still in Ancient Runes

I desperately wish for class to be released early...

1.34

I wonder what it would be like to have an African swallow deliver letters and such... Perhaps I shall tell Professor Dumbledore that Hogwarts should start a new trend and, instead of owls, require students to correspond with those not attending school by way of swallows.

1.37

But what if a student wanted to send a package? Or a particularly lengthy, and thus heavy, letter?

1.39

Forget the switching to Swallow Delivery idea.

Let's pretend I never thought of that.

1.43

You cannot even begin to comprehend the extent of my boredom right now.

2.00, In Divination with Bridget

Yes... Look deep into the crystal ball... What do you see?

Ha. Right. Like I'm ever going to see anything besides Bridget looking back at me, desperately trying to un-fog her future.

2.03

I think I saw something!

... Oh wait. Never mind. That was just the reflection of some Hufflepuff's prefect badge.

2.04

I'm seriously considering dropping this class. Mum made me sign up for it. She thinks I have the "inner eye." I was only joking about dropping History of Magic earlier. At least that class is sort of easy. This is a bunch of

2.07

That was close. I had to quickly un-fog Bridget's future for Professor Looney-Bin. Really, I just described Bridget, but, luckily, no one seemed to notice. Not even Bridget... Poor girl. Sometimes I wonder if she would even recognise herself if she looked in a mirror.

2.08

She probably wouldn't. That's how sad her situation is.

6.09, Great Hall, Gryffindor Table

Sorry I haven't written for the past... Er... Four hours? I actually decided to pay attention (that phrase here meaning: catching up on the beauty rest that I deserve). But, seeing as it is dinner time, I have time to write. I have detention after this... I wonder- do ghosts eat? I think I'll ask Professor Binns.

6.10

Or not. He may just give me another detention with the Prat Pack.

6.11

That wasn't really fair of me to collectively call them prats. Remus isn't a prat. James is only sometimes a prat. Sirius is the King of Prats, though... And Peter, well... No one really cares about him anyways, now do they?

6.12

No, they certainly do not.

6.17

Lily thinks that all this writing is unhealthy for me. Bridget thinks it's quite entertaining to watch me write, because I make strange facial expressions. Well, I'm sure I do, but I would at least recognise someone describing me during Divination.

Ah, the joys of being somewhat intelligent.

Or having access to shiny, reflective objects.

6.18

Anne is complaining about Sirius' new love interest. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was jealous. Perhaps she still likes the King of Prats? Oh, that wouldn't be good. If that truly was the case, then that would lead to the conclusion that I didn't like Black merely because I believed that my friend hated him also, when, really, she quite liked him. That wouldn't really be fair to him. He can be alright, sometimes. Like during Quidditch practise. He's quite pleasant then. And, no, I do not mean that he is pleasant to look at.

6.20

Even though he really is. But, as I said, he is undesirable. I have no interest in joining his little fan club and stalking him and then dating him only to have my heart broken.

6.22

But, I doubt he would take interest in me even if I did participate in any of that foolishness. I've gone six years at this school without one relationship. Without even just one member of the male species being interested in me at all.

6.23

Six years.

6.25

I just asked Anne, Bridget and Lily if six years without one boyfriend is trophy-worthy. Lily rolled her eyes at me, saying that I should be happy that I don't have someone stalking me all the time. Anne didn't say anything and returned to glaring at Black. Bridget was the only one who thought I deserved a trophy.

6.26

I blame the fact that I've never really seen a functional relationship besides the one my parents have. But that doesn't count. Since they're old and also related to me. So, I suppose it is the gang's fault that I have been boyfriend-less for so long.

6.27

Not even one good snog.

6.28

I've decided that Merlin hates me.

6.31, En Route to Detention avec Le Marauders

Yes, Merlin hates me more than he hates, erm... Whatever it is he hates. Now I get to go to detention. I really hope that my parents don't hear about this... So, would you care to know how I was so cruelly torn from my leisurely dinner? Right, well, Black comes waltzing up to me with the rest of the Prat Pack (minus Remus and sometimes James) in tow. He must think he's quite the pretty piece of flesh, for he wiggled his eyebrows at me and asked if I was prepared for my detention with them. Then he pulled me up from my seat quite suddenly and began dragging me out of the Great Hall. So, here I am, my stomach not quite satisfied, on the way to detention.

6.33

Did I mention that detention doesn't officially begin until 7 o'clock?

6.42

Why we are so early, I have no idea. Binns isn't even here yet. Oh, here comes Remus. I shall refuse to actually speak with him and make him write. I'm quite cruel, aren't I?

6.43

Why can't we just speak aloud like everyone else?

Because, that is ridiculous! Besides, Black drops his eaves, or so I hear.

Right.

So, when shall we go on our Shrine Hunt?

Our what?

You know: The Incredible Journey of Remus and Elizabeth in search of the Ever Elusive Shrine that Peter made for Sirius and James?

Oh. That journey. I don't know... When no one else is around to accidentally stumble upon you in our dorm is probably the best time.

When would that be? Hogsmeade?

Probably.

Alright. Everyone else will go on their Hogsmeade trip and we shall hunt for the shrine.

When is the next Hogsmeade trip? Or were you sleeping during that announcement too?

I was a bit tired today! Besides, I know when it is. It's not this Saturday, but next.

Okay, so it's a date then?

I didn't mean it like that!

6.47

Remus isn't allowed to write in here until he stops blushing. Heh. I made Remus Lupin blush. But, honestly, he brought it upon himself, now didn't he? Alright, he's done blushing. I suppose I can respond now.

6.48

Done blushing then?

I wasn't blushing.

So you were having a hot flash? Haha.

I don't understand how you find yourself so amusing.

Because I am amusing. You don't even know the extent of my entertaining skills.

Actually, I think I do. I've seen them in action.

Yes you have.

Sorry that you were rudely pulled away from your dinner. I tried to persuade James and Sirius to wait until they were done eating... But they inhaled their food a bit faster than expected and seemed eager to annoy you.

It's fine. I'll just hop down to the kitchens after detention.

Mind if I join you?

Are you stalking me?

No... I'm hungry. They didn't let me finish my dinner either.

Oh, I forgot that you are male and that you must eat all the foods your eyes see.

... Was that supposed to be an insult?

I'm not really sure, now that you mention it.

Have I ever told you that I find you to be the oddest girl I know?

Yes, I believe you have on several occasions. Is that why I've never had a boyfriend?

Eh?

Is it because I'm odd?

I, er, really don't know, Elizabeth. We could ask Sirius. He'd probably have a multitude of reasons as to why you haven't had a boyfriend...

That's a terrible idea! I think I'd rather not know, anyway. Because then I'd be worried about changing myself. And I quite like the way I am.

Good for you.

Where's Binns? D'you suppose he'll make us write lines?

Probably.

How monotonous... Just like his droning on about history. Pfft.

History is interesting, though.

I know it is. I just wish that he taught it with some enthusiasm.

8.03, Heading Off to the Kitchens with Mr. Lupin

Remus is leading the way to the kitchens whilst I write. So, we had to write lines. Mine was "I will not sleep during class." Easy enough. Except now I have a hand cramp. Which is making it painful to write. Ah well. It happens to the best of us, doesn't it? Anyway, earlier I asked Remus if ghosts eat. Apparently they don't. He thought it strange that I would ask such a question. I'm a curious person, what can I say? So, the kitchens seem to be an awfully long way away... Maybe Remus doesn't really know where he's going. He is being awfully quiet. I shall ask if he needs directions.

8.13, Almost Arriving at the Destination

Turns out Remus knew where he was going the whole time. He lost me for a bit, though. He turned a corner and didn't tell me to turn, so I kept going straight. Yes, I really should pay more attention while I'm walking, shouldn't I? But now he's looking over my shoulder reading what I'm writing. REMUS I-DON'T-KNOW-YOUR-MIDDLE-NAME LUPIN IS THE BIGGEST PRAT ON EARTH. (That's what you get for reading over my shoulder, Mr. Lupin!)

8.17, Kitchens

Remus apologised for reading over my shoulder. I apologised for calling him a prat and told him that he's quite the opposite of a prat. Which made him blush again. I may have asked him why he blushed so much. And he may have responded with, "I'm not blushing!" Of course. Typical male behavior.

8.18

Remus tells me that I must stop writing in here. At least for now, because he feels he is being ignored. Poor boy. Always has to have the spotlight.

8.41

Hullo again, Mr. Lupin. Long time no, er, write?

Why can't we just talk normally, you know, like we JUST WERE.

Because. Humour me, please.

Alright.

So, how are you today? Anything eventful occur?

I'm well. Besides getting detention on the first day back and being forced to write rather than speak aloud, nothing eventful occurred. You?

I've been lovely. I still can't believe you fell asleep during Runes. That wasn't very prefect-like of you...

I was tired.

Ha! Excuses, excuses. You still fell asleep!

You're never going to let me forget it, are you?

Probably not.

You realise that this is a relatively small notebook, don't you?

Aye, aye!

... Right. But you're going to use up the pages quickly with this nonsense.

It's not nonsense! It is filled with my intelligent thoughts and innermost feelings.

Is it?

Indeed it is.

Let's see if you've finally admitted to fancying Sirius, then.

... Did you just skim through everything I've written so far?

Yes. Didn't find anything about you fancying Sirius, though. Quite the opposite. Although you think he's attractive during Quidditch practise.

See? I was being honest with you when I said I didn't particularly care for the bloke. I don't understand why people don't believe me more often. I'm mostly honest and usually correct. But, nooo, let's ignore Elizabeth because her parents are barmy old bats.

Your parents aren't barmy old bats.

You don't even know my parents!

Actually, I met them at Flourish and Blotts three or four years ago, remember?

Oh, right... Which ultimately has led to the new tradition of meeting up at Fortescue's for ice cream and then getting all of our school rubbish...

Yes. But I quite like your parents.

They're still barmy.

Well, your mum may be a little bit, but your dad's entertaining.

I get all my skill from him.

What does your dad do at the Ministry, again?

Department of Mysteries.

Ah, I see. That's fascinating.

I suppose. I'll get to take over the job when he retires. But, until then, I'll probably be forced to intern there.

That's a dangerous job, you know.

I know. Maybe I'll travel like my dad did before he had to take over the post...

You're just going to travel?

... Yes. There's nothing wrong with that. Maybe I'll write books or something.

You're going to write books now?

Stop being so critical, Remus Lupin! What are you going to do, then?

I'll take any job they'll give me.

You have some pretty ambitious plans, don't you? I'm only joking. You'll be getting job offers left, right and centre. Don't worry about it, good sir!

Hmm...

What?

Bridget was right when she said you make odd facial expressions when you write.

So?

Nothing. Just thought I'd point it out to you.

Well, thank you very much. D'you want to head back to the Common Room, then?

Sounds good.

9.19

I probably won't write anything again until tomorrow... Maybe not even tomorrow. Or the day after that even... Surely I will be back to you by the time of the Hunt for the Shrine. Cheers and love.

3rd of September, 7.31, Sitting with the Marauders

So, I'm here only because the gang decided to play Truth or Dare before bed last night. Of course, I had to be the stupid girl that I occasionally can be and pick Dare. And so, here I am.

7.32

Anne, Bridget and Lily keep laughing at me every time they glance down the table. Ah well, I made Anne give Sirius a kiss, so, I suppose I deserve this.

7.34

Have I ever mentioned how annoying I find Peter Not-Pedigree? He keeps looking at me anxiously. He looks like he may wet himself or something. Now that would be an amusing sight. A Marauder wetting himself. Although he doesn't really count as a Marauder, I don't think. He's just a worshipper who somehow managed to earn the sympathies of Black and James. I suppose I could ask them.

7.40

Peter left for the loo. I think I may have embarrassed him because I asked Black if the bloke always looked on the verge of wetting his trousers. O' course, everyone except Peter laughed at my hilarious question. Well, Sirius more so barked about it, James spurted his drink across the table in Peter's general direction, and Remus chuckled. See? Didn't I tell you I was of an entertaining sort?

7.44

Decidedly, sitting avec Le Marauders isn't so bad. This is a pretty easy dare. Though I shouldn't tell the gang that. Next time they'll make me sit on someone's lap for sure.

7.45

Black is laughing at me. Apparently, I just said the "sitting on someone's lap" bit aloud.

7.46

Black is asking me if I'd like to sit on his lap, because he claims he's quite comfortable.

... Should I?

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Yes, this is a bit more fun to write than my Pirates fic (which I will eventually post updates for). Anywuggles, I hope you've enjoyed the second installment of the "Confessions of Elizabeth Reynolds." All things that you recognise from Harry Potter are, of course, Jo Rowling's and hers alone. I've merely borrowed them. Whatever you do not recognise is mine. Review, won't you?!