Sunday 2nd September
Gryffindor Common Room
13:21pm
Potter is a prat.
Obviously, undoubtedly, undeniably the worlds most hugest prat ever!
Why, you ask?
Because, although his extreme cussing, interlinked with phrases that were so unbelievably odd that I actually think he accused Professor Kettleburn of being a grasshopper, suggested that I wasn't supposed to find out about it, he was bullying Severus again, who yes, I know is also the worlds biggest meanie-pie, but he used to be my friend.
Past tense.
Now I hate him almost as much as Potter. Possibly more.
So anyway, after I let him rant himself into silence I gave him a good talking to, at which point, although Lena will disagree, I did not stoop to the very low level of sticking my tongue out at him!
Ok so I might have…
But he deserved it!
Potter stared at me for a good six minutes before Black and Lupin dragged him off to the lakeside to shake some sense into him.
I'd be flattered if he didn't act like this every single time I spoke to him.
Which admittedly, isn't often.
So then I came to lunch, which I have just finished eating, and now Lena, Ally and I are going to sit down by the lake, because it's a nice day, and the squid is oh so attractive.
Sunday 2nd September
Gryffindor Common Room
20:20pm
Now, apart from seeing Potter as a prat I'm pissed off.
We had a small conversation down at the lake today, which Lena and Ally were so kind as to abandon me to.
Bitches!
Black: Hey Evans! You patched Snivelly up ok? Only we did want to enquire as to his whereabouts? You see we got him a gift.
Potter: Padfoot! Shut it… She's not supposed to know this year!
Lupin: James… you weren't going to let her know she wasn't supposed to know either, but I guess it's too late now. Sorry Lily…
(Remus returns to his book)
Potter: Moony… If I pretend I understand that it's not likely you'll explain, so I'll give up now. Sorry Flower…
Me: What for Potter? I highly doubt its for the last four years of antagonism.
Black: Antaga-what?
Potter: No… For Snivelly, see, I realised something, that must be why you didn't like me, 'cause I didn't like Snivelly, so, if you apologise for me, he'll let it go and you'll like me. Right?
Me: Deflate your head Potter. And deliver your own apologies, if you can get close.
Potter: But you accepted Remus' apology, wasn't it for the same thing?
Me: No…
Potter: It must have been! I think I know my friends better than you Evans.
Lupin: No actually Prongs, I was apologising for the antagonism, which Sirius, means the same thing as harassment.
Black: What's harass-thingy?
Lupin: It's… Oh I give up!
Potter: What? Remus you're supposed to be helping me with this, it's not like I choose how I feel about….
(Here he looked at me and turned scarlet)
Me: Oh please! I gotta hand it to you though Potter, you're not a bad actor
Potter: Lily… I'm not acting.
Me: Right. Whatever.
And then I came back here. But seriously! Can you believe his nerve, it was bad enough when he was trying to make me think he liked me last year, and the year before, and the year before that, but to play it up in front of his friends? What kind of person would sink that low!
I mean, I'm not denying he's attractive, that'd be downright lying, but there are certain reasons I don't like Potter, and in my eyes, and Alice's and Marlene's they are bloody good reasons! His ego is huge and all-consuming, he's an arrogant prat and a pain in the ass, constantly and he goes through girls like he goes through socks.
Bad analogy, but true.
And I don't want to be like one of his one-night-stands, because I pride myself on my innocence. I want to actually mean something to him, and if I can't, then I won't. At all. This is the difference.
A very precise and clear difference thank you very much!
And so, until he can prove otherwise, shrink his head, win favour with McGonagall and quote me Shakespeare, he will never be able to claim that I am, as he insists he wants me to be, his girlfriend.