It took me forever to update this, I know. I'm sorry! Here's a new chapter .o.o.o.o.o. Sirius Black –Year three.
Yeah. I'm not in the mood to rhyme right now. All I can see is my reflection in the mirror, rubbing a hand over the short things on my head called hairs. SHORT! Please mirror, McGonagall, anyone. Help me to remember never to bet with Remus John Lupin ever again. You lose. That guy is way too smart.
It is still black but they are so short they don't even curl anymore. And I'm no allowed to grow it back magically so I'll just have to wait. I feel like a.. like a brush that had a haircut or something. I had no idea hair could be this prickly! It does feel quite funny if I put my hand on top of them and wiggle them back and forth.. I'll probably spend my days doing that. The other hand in my armpit and I'll look like a giant monkey. A pretty monkey, mind you.
Well, seeing I can't really brag about my appearance right now I might just as well give it a try. But only once! Sirius Black will never grow serious. I won't have it! When my curls grow back I'll rhyme as if my life depends on it. Fun thing is I can see things now I usually never really noticed. I bet –no I don't! I think I haven't been able to study my ears since I was 8. Not that there is so much special about them. They are just ears, you know? They listen (hardly) en stuff. Their shape is normal and I guess they could do with some piercings. My mom would just love that, wouldn't she. Perhaps I should give it some serious thought.
I've grown quite a bit last year and I'm longer than my mother. Soon I'll be longer than my dad too. Even Potter will be outgrown by me soon. Bet he won't like that!
What on earth can I write? I already told you about the bone structure, the stunning grey eyes..
I could tell you about my aristocratic pale skin and my lean, muscled body. But that probably sounds ridiculous for a thirteen year old boy. Though I am sinfully handsome..
Now, if you won't mind, I'm going to beg Remus in to letting me grow my hair back. The sad puppy dog eye trick should do..
Tranfiguration Assigment Remus Lupin – Year ThreeI could've used the shave, but the looks on their faces was priceless. I bet them I could ask a girl to the lake who would prefer me over them anytime. Big ego boys thought that impossible seeing I never get any attention and they.. Well. They are gorgeous. As far as that goes for 13 year old boys. My body is littered with scars and last year they only multiplied. I am still skinny and small but starting to look a little less that big-eyed bug. But it seems there is something inside of me that wants to come out and I'm getting a bit.. rebellious.
This was probably the only time James overlooked a certain red-head. From the start when I placed the bet I knew they would be too arrogant and confident to think that I, above and beyond them, actually have ladyfriends. I know it has nothing to do with my assignment, Minerva, my apologies. This assessment just slightly starts to feel like a diary.
I can see how I mature. Of course I am only 13 but still. I guess that comes with being a…me.
My bone structure gets more prominent, my eyes have a strange glow to them. Sirius says they would glow in the dark if I'd sleep with my eyes open. I don't see why I need to be asleep for that to happen though. I notice I'm blushing right now. I must feel guilty about the prank. Why else would I blush.
It is a bit of a shame he had to cut of his curls. They dance around his head like.. stop.
This assessment is about met. And I still have my hair. A lot of the boys wear their hair longer these days but I prefer mine like this. It's not very short but not as long as Sirius'. Used to be.
When my hair gets too long to my liking, like now, it hangs in front of my eyes all the time. Sirius does brush the strands out of them though. Tuck it behind my eyes like I'm one of his little birds.
It feels silly. I notice how it, even now, brings out a weird look in my eyes. I look like an insecure pup. But I no longer am a pup.
I'm a boring sight. I'm pale and everything about me seems to be some tint of brown or beige. I do not have the natural flair James has. Nor Sirius' dashing and sophisticated good looks. And not even I'm-fat-as-something-deepfried-yet-I-have-the-skin-of-a-fair-maiden as Peter.
I wonder if anyone could ever fall in love with.. this. Lily Evans – Tranfiguration Year Three
I no longer seem to burn and I'm even a bit brown from the day I spend at the lake with Remus. Even my hair seems to be a bit lighter. And I don't blush when I think of it because I'm not in love with Remus. In fact, I'm quite sure he.. Ah well. This is about me! I blush all the time around James, even now, see? But that is because he makes me so angry and frustrated and aaargh. Thinking about him is enough to make my face burn in a shade that even puts my hair to shame.
Why can't he leave me alone? What is it that makes him run after me like a mad dog? Is it the sparkle in my eye? They seem to twinkle when I'm angry or very happy. Is it 'The look of sympathy' as Remus calls it? The way my look darkens and seems to stare through someone when I can sense they are in pain or feel sad? I couldn't allow myself to say I'm pretty. But I guess I'm not ugly either.
A lot of the girls start to get spots but my skin seems to remain fair and just freckled.
It is summer now and they seem to multiply in days like there.
I can feel my body changing into that of a woman. I am not ashamed to write about that. The assignment clearly says to know everything noticeable about your body, and this I notice.
Last night in the shower I noticed my breasts start to grow. Just a little and it's probably impossible to notice under my Hogwarts clothing, but they are there. My hips are still those of a young girl but I suppose they will start to change soon.
I wear my hair longer nowadays and prefer a headband. Black, for it suits my robes and at least doesn't clash with my hair. James says he likes it but I bet it annoys him he can no longer tuck my hair behind my ears. Not that I'd want him to. So good for him.
I hope that will do for this year.
Lily.
James – The turd.
Traitors! Vicious creatures of the earth! They ruined my hair. MY HAIR! I just refuse to believe my beautiful Lily-flower had any part in this. She was unaware, lured into this by that sneaky bastard! I don't now how I can continue my life. For I, James Harold Potter, am a monster. Hideous. Maimed! Well, whatever McGonagall. Just fail me for this year. I'm too upset, you hear me? Upset!
Merlin's dirty knickers, this is just awful. How am I ever to play Quidditch without my luscious hairdo. Every inch of my talent was hosted in those little, perfect pieces of me. Now I'll never win the cup. I cannot possibly fly bald when I'm not used to do so! It will ruin my sense of air, my perfect feeling for direction.
Perhaps that is rude to considering a certain friendship I have. Merlin's beard! The lack of hair seems to give my brains more oxygen! I'm thinking social! Where's the world going!