Testing, testing, one, two, three….—Marianne Wayne
It works! But why did you say "testing" twice?—Sirius Black
It's something Muggles do when they want to test a microphone.—Marianne Wayne
That's dumb. I mean—weird. You know what I mean.—James Potter
Thanks for getting us these notebooks, Marianne! You're the best!—Sirius Black
If there's anything we can do for you…..let us know.—Sirius Black
As long as it isn't homework.—James Potter
I'll keep in touch.—Marianne Wayne
Lucius, this is awful! –Bellatrix Black
I know, I know! Trust me, I've held scorpions before.—Lucius Malfoy
Not that! I found a potion to get rid of the stings, but—wait. Since when have you handled scorpions?—Bellatrix Black
I swore never to tell another living soul. –Lucius Malfoy
How about a dead one?—Bellatrix Black
I suppose that would do….though I'm not one to condone talking to corpses.—Lucius Malfoy
Back on track...what are we going to do about the Gryffindor brats?—Andrew Nott
I don't know that there's anything we can do. They have the notebook, they've got that Mudblood helping them, and McGonagall is on their side.—Lucius Malfoy
Can't we block them from our notebooks?—Narcissa Black
That's not a bad idea, Cissy. I'll make it work. –Bellatrix Black
Hehe! I knew you'd like it!—Narcissa Black
Stop giggling. It makes you sound like an imbecile.—Bellatrix Black
Sorry, Bella.—Narcissa Black
Just shut up and get the damn security charms in place.—Lucius Malfoy
That's another five points from Slytherin, Mister Malfoy. Foul language will not be tolerated.—Professor McGonagall
AND HURRY UP, WILL YOU?—Lucius Malfoy
Um, hello. My name is Peter Pettigrew. My friends, James and Sirius, told me to write here, so that's what I'm doing. Now they can't dunk my underwear in the lake! Haha!—Peter Pettigrew
You know we wouldn't really dunk them in the lake, right?—James Potter
Unless we really, really wanted to.—Sirius Black
Really?—Peter Pettigrew
Really.—Sirius Black
GET OUT OF OUR NOTEBOOKS!—Lucius Malfoy
You know, we'd rather not.—James Potter
This is so much fun!—Sirius Black
Well, Marianne. Your plan seems to be working.—Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster! What….er….what plan?—Marianne Wayne
Your plan to unite all of Hogwarts through notebooks, of course! I must commend you on your ingenuity.—Albus Dumbledore
Um….thanks. I'm honored that you think so highly of what I'm doing. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got quite a bit more to do, so I'd best be getting about it?—Marianne Wayne
Of course, Miss Wayne. And that last question mark wasn't necessary—unless, of course, you were unsure whether or not you have work to be getting back to.—Albus Dumbledore
Yes, Headmaster. I mean, I know. I….I'll just be going now….—Marianne Wayne
The Private Journal of Marianne Wayne
How can I have been so dumb? I'm a Ravenclaw, for Merlin's sake!
All right, maybe I wasn't dumb. I just never thought Dumbledore would mistake this as an effort to unite the school through enchanted notebooks. Honestly, I just wanted to get back at Malfoy for whispering about me with his little friends and calling me a Mudblood. (Sometimes I wish I'd never learned that word. It was much easier to handle hearing it when I didn't know what it meant.)
And so, rather than spend my free time working out the kinks in the notebook system so I can distribute copies to my Housemates, I've been hiding up here in my dorm, setting up security charms so I can have a private journal when I want one. I had to enchant another journal to make sure what I wrote didn't leak out to—God forbid—the Slytherins.
I don't know what I'll tell those two Gryffindors. Probably that I've had some trouble with the charms I wanted to use. They'll never know the difference.
The Private Journal of Remus Lupin
At least, I hope it's private. James and Sirius keep talking about these public notebooks they stole from the Slytherins, and I don't know if this one is connected or not. I hope it isn't.
Anyway, Hogwarts is wonderful. I'm so glad I got to come here. Mum put up a bit of a fight, but I'm glad Dumbledore finally convinced her. My Housemates seem nice
You bet we are!
Wha—who is that?
It's me, Sirius!
This journal was supposed to be private!
And it is! Sort of. It's connected to mine and James's, but that could change in a heartbeat, you know.
What….what do you want from me?
Who said I wanted something?
You did want something, Sirius. You wanted to say hello!
Right, right. Hello, Remus!
Um….hello.
Come on, say it with more gusto! You sound like Peter.
Thanks a lot, James!
You're welcome!
So, Remmy—you don't mind if we call you Remmy, do you?
Remmy?
Where'd he go?
I don't know—I can't see his writing anymore.
Everything he wrote is gone!
Thank you for pointing that out, Peter. We wouldn't have known that without your help.
You're welcome!
