A/N: Well, here it is. I know it's been a while, and I'm sorry. School's been a little crazy. Anyway, please read and let me know what you think!

Excerpt From Sirius Black's Notes...

November 5th

Situation: Nothing. That's the problem. It's a Saturday, so James is in detention with Slughorn. Moony is doing his homework. I know, I know. Gasp! On a Saturday? Sacrilege! Please note that I used the word sacrilege. I need to stop actually listening when Moony talks. His big words are rubbing off on me. Now. Where was I? I must think of something scientific to say before this highly scientific journal becomes (shock! horror!) a regular old, boring, hum-drum journal.

Something scientific to say? Padfoot you never say anything scientific in this journal.

Are you suggesting that my journal is regular? Old? Boring? Or, worst of all...Hum-drum?

Hum-drum?

Avoiding the question! You do think my scientific journal is regular, boring, and hum-drum!

There are a lot of things I could call this journal Padfoot. But boring is not one of them. As for hum-drum, I still can't believe you're using it.

Shut up Moony. I also used sacrilege. Hey! That was your fault. Stop talking to me! This is all a conspiracy to force large and odd-sounding words into my vocabulary. Begone foul conspirator!

Before I go I must point out that you used the word conspirator.

Go!

Excerpt From Sirius Black's Notes...

November 8th

Situation: Still. Nothing. If I didn't know any better I'd say James had given up. Run out of ideas. Tossed in the towel. Kicked the bucket.

"Kicked the bucket" means died Padfoot.

Same difference Moony.

You don't suppose James really has given up?

Given up what?

What do you think Wormtail?

Lily?

Correct. Tell him what he's won Moony!

I'm sorry Padfoot. The vision of you as a gameshow host has temporarily stunned me into silence.

He hasn't given up has he?

Of course not Wormtail! Never say die! Never say kick the bucket! That's the Marauder motto.

I thought it was "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."

That wasn't the point Wormtail. The point is the James hasn't given up.

I hope not.

For goodness sakes you two, why not? Wouldn't life be a little easier for all involved if Prongs just stopped chasing Lily? It's been six years. I don't see why he shouldn't just stop. It would show some maturity for once.

Aw Moony, come on. Life just wouldn't be the same without the occasional bright yellow, singing flower at breakfast.

Yeah, things just wouldn't feel right of Prongs stopped chasing Lily.

I suppose you may be right. May.

Besides, maturity? Who are you kidding?

Excerpt From Sirius Black's Notes

November 11th

Situation: Prongs is back on form, and is even now breaking a record string of 5 and 3/4 entire days gone without saying a word to Evans about anything remotely related to a date. I knew it couldn't last. He is, even at this moment, sitting next to her at the Gryffindor table and listing her virtues (as well as quite a few of his for good measure). She is getting steadily redder and redder.

Hypothesis: She's going to crack. She will probably do something completely unprecedented and highly amusing.

Reason for Hypothesis: The twitch has moved from her eyebrow to a vein in her forehead. It's slightly alarming, but rather funny.

Oh Merlin's beard. Oh Godric Gryffindor. Oh for the love of all things good and chocolate.

Even I did not see this coming. I couldn't have. It would have been impossible to foresee that Lily would ever do such a thing. It is an event that never should have even entered the realm of possibility, let alone actually occurred.

And now, after that well orchestrated suspenseful build-up (go me!), I'll actually tell you what happened.

Results: After precisely 3 and 7/8 minutes of James' monologue, Lily rather clearly couldn't take it anymore. James had just inquired, for the sixth time in the aforementioned time span if Evans would go out with him. She took a deep breath and screamed, "Potter the only way I'd go out with you is if you'd deflate your enormous, ugly, head!" And then in what was clearly a moment of pure fury she whipped out her wand, muttered something under her breath, and shrieked, "Engorgio!" Her wand was pointed at James' head.

The ultimate result of all this is that James Potter's head has grown to at least three times it's normal size. I only barely managed to stop laughing long enough to write this entry.

Of course, Moony will shrink his head back down and everything will be fine.

But it's certainly hilarious as long as it lasts.

Padfoot his head is enormous! It's not funny, it's -- Oh never mind, it's hilarious.

I'll say!

Will you three stop laughing at my inflated head and come help me take the charm off? It's proving a bit resistant.

Excerpt From James Potter's Notes...

November 12th

It doesn't come off.

It's clearly something a bit stronger then the usual Engorgement Charm, because I've tried everything, and so has Moony, and even he can't figure out how to get it off. I can only take solace in the fact Lily being able to make such a resilient Engorgement Charm proves how amazingly clever she is.

But it won't come off!

None of the usual counter-charms work, and neither does pricking my head with a pin (thank you Padfoot). In fact, I had to go to my detention this way. Lily is Slughorn's favorite student of course (good taste that man) so he thought it was all quite jolly. Humph.

I still can't believe it won't come off! Prongs this is better entertainment then I've had in weeks! This is better then the bright yellow flower goop! Better then Snape tap-dancing! Better then that time we put itching powder in McGonagall's hat!

Better then the hat Padfoot?

Alright Prongs, maybe not better then the hat. But it's close.

Padfoot this is getting serious. James can't spend the rest of his life like this!

I don't see why not. I think it suits him.

His head is fun to poke. It sort of wobbles on his neck. Like one of those Muggle bobbleheads.

Stop poking my head Wormtail. It may be engorged but it's still infinitely valuable.

My head's more valuable then yours.

Would you shut up and help me figure out how to deflate my head?

Heehee. Now there's a sentence you don't hear often. And anyway Prongs, we've tried everything. We've asked all the kids, and Moony's tried all kinds of charms.

And all the teachers think it's funny, so they aren't going to be any help.

There's one thing we haven't tried.

No...

You don't mean...

We have to do something!

Correction. You have to do something. I can stay safely up here in the Common Room. And I'd advise you to do the same, swollen head or no.

I'm going.

Noooooo!

Would you stop making this so dramatic Sirius? Honestly, I think he's got the right idea. I'll go as well.

Well you're some kind of freakish exception Moony. That place doesn't harm you. But James may shrivel up. You've got to adjust to it gradually Prongs! Try actually opening a book first and then go to... that place.

Can't you even say the name?

No!

Come on. I'll help you. Li--

Stop it!

Library!

It burns! It burns!

Come on Padfoot. They might have a book on how to deflate my head. Or on extra-strength Engorgement Charms.

Argh! Prongs, now you're sounding rational. It's getting to you already!

If you don't come, I'll tell Madam Pince that you're her secretly madly in love with her.

Moony! You wouldn't!

Oh yes I would.

I'm coming! I'm coming!

A/N: Well, that was it. Please let me know what you thought of it. And again, I apologize for the time between updates!