6.02, Great Hall, Dinner, With the Gang Minus Anne
... I still can't believe I was giving myself counseling. It isn't as if I'm in dire need of it or anything...
6.04
Or perhaps I am... Who knows?
6.05
It's quite disgusting watching Anne over at the Ravenclaw table with her bloody boyfriend. Snuggling and all that rot.
6.06
I'm not jealous of her either. I don't need a boyfriend to snuggle and spoon-feed and such.
6.07
But simply because I don't need one, doesn't mean I don't want one.
6.08
Shut up, Brain!
6.10
Lily, I have a dilemma!
What would that be? ... And why can't we just talk normally?
Because I don't want to have to document the whole conversation and worry about misquoting you.
Right. What's your dilemma, then?
I don't need a boyfriend, do I?
Of course you do, Lizzie!
You don't have a boyfriend and you get on fine.
I've had boyfriends in the past, though, whereas you have not.
Well, perhaps I like being a free bird?!
Oh Merlin. I know you don't! Why else would you be glaring at Anne or scowling whenever Bridget mentions her boyfriend?
I don't scowl! Scowling is an unattractive thing.
Then you're making yourself look unattractive. It's a miracle Remus fancies you.
He does not fancy me!
Why don't you just listen to us? He does! It's obvious!
He's only my best friend! You lot are just blowing everything way out of proportion!
Well, what about Sirius then? That's obvious.
Yeah, I know he fancies me. It's a bit annoying actually. I'm starting to think he may be bipolar.
It's possible... Why don't you give him a go?
I thought you hated Sirius.
I do. But he seems to fancy you, so...
Lily, I will not succumb to him. He's only decent to look at, anyway.
Ah, so the truth finally comes out!
Oh, shut it.
6.22
That was possibly the least productive conversation I've ever had with Lily.
6.24
I'm getting the sudden urge to yell "Fetchez la vache," but I probably shouldn't. The professors might get mad.
6.25
Although it would be such a laugh, as per usual.
6.29
I'm not really that hungry... So, I'll head up to the Common Room.
6.48, Sitting at the Foot of a Suit of Armour
I just felt like stopping... You know, to rest a bit. Nothing exciting on the way up here, just thinking about the possibilities of dating Sirius.
6.50
Not that I would actually date him, mind you. Just trying to figure out why the majority of the female population seems to reduce to a puddle when he's around.
6.52
Who knows, maybe he won't age well? And then the sorry girl that gets stuck married to the bloke will be married to an ugly man by the time they reach 37 or so.
6.53
I, on the other hand, will age gracefully. Look at my parents! They're pretty old (as in, 49), and they certainly don't look it! It's amazing, really.
6.54
Although by the time I'm 49, there'll probably be a Potion of Youth because someone will have found that ever-elusive fountain.
6.55
Oh, look. It's Remus Lupin.
7.24, Gryffindor Common Room, On an Over-Stuff Chair
Well, Remus came to find me. He thought I got lost. Pfft. As if I would get lost after six years at Hogwarts. What does he take me for? An imbecile?
7.26
It wouldn't surprise me. But that's alright. I love him anyway.
7.27
In a completely platonic way, you know.
7.28
What would it be like to date Remus?
7.29
I can't take this! Why am I even considering these barmy proposals of my so-called friends?
7.31
Gasp! I know why!
7.32
I officially blame Bridget for my brain's overactivity in the Relationship Thought Department seeing as she so kindly "fore-saw" my future dating of Sirius and then Remus.
7.35
Yes, I have different departments in my brain. Like at the Ministry.
7.38
I think I'm going to go ask McGonagall about becoming an Animagus now.
7.39
You know, since I have nothing better to do except assignments, and, really, those are pointless anyway.
7.46, En Route to McGonagall's Office
I just barely avoided getting mauled by someone's ruddy cat. Honestly, the thing was huge! I have never seen a domestic feline of such proportions!
7.47
It probably ate a house elf... Or some of Peter's shrine.
7.48
Perhaps I should alert him?
7.49
Ha, yeah right!
8.36, Post-Visiting McGonagall's Office, Return Trip to Gryffindor Tower
So, I should probably wait to tell you what conspired behind closed doors, but I have two things to say before I forget them, because I know I will:
A) Professor McGonagall has very nice plaid, taffeta curtains.
B) That woman wears far too much green for being head of Gryffindor House.
9.02, 6th Year Girls' Dormitory
Alright, I am safe and snuggled up in my bed. I didn't run into that cat again, which is quite fortuitous, seeing as that thing was right mad. I have never seen a cat with it's knickers in such a twist. I wonder, if cat's could wear little kitty knickers, would they? Anyway, moving on to the more important matter at hand: Becoming an Animagus. She's given me two books to read and they both have incredibly long titles that I do not wish to write down. McGonagall told me she was glad that I wanted to become an animagus because I'm certainly capable of doing it, with my Transfiguration skills. So, once I've read the books, she asked me to speak with her again, and then we'd talk to Professor Dumbledore who would, in turn, speak with the Ministry and get official approval. I asked the professor if I could tell anyone about it, and she said she didn't think it a wise idea. Although she's allowing me to tell Remus, since he's my best mate and she knows I have a hard time keeping exciting information regarding myself from him. ... Did that even make sense? Oh well. Anyway, she said she'd owl my parents, which takes the burden off me. Plus, I'm a bit afraid to owl my mum- it may bring another onslaught of letters and I don't want that.
9.10
Really, I'll probably die of a horrible paper cut.
9.11
That'd make a comical newspaper headline.
9.13
Girl, 16, Death by Massive Paper Cut, Mother to Blame for Horrible Tragedy.
9.14
Ahahahaha!
9.17
That's such a laugh. I think I'm going to try to finish my Potions essay. Till the morning, then.
20th of September, 9.16, Lounging in the Common Room, Good Morning England!
Morning... A deer licks the snow off another deer's coat...
9.17
I'd be an awful poet, I think. Or freeform just isn't my style.
9.19
Breakfast was boring. Peter accidentally spilled juice down his front and Sirius refused to acknowledge me.
9.21
Which apparently is more difficult than one would think... Because I'd talk to him and he'd smile, open his mouth to speak, but then scrunch up his face and look away from me, glaring at the wall.
9.23
Poor boy. Well, I'm not sure what we're going to do all day.
9.25
Saturdays really are quite a bore when there isn't a Quidditch game or Hogsmeade trip...
9.27
Perhaps I'll suggest to James that we practise Quidditch...
9.36
Jamie-poo!
Yeah?
Can we have a Quidditch practise today?
No.
Why not?!
Because, I don't feel like practising on a Saturday.
My! This is a travesty! James Potter doesn't want to practise Quidditch? Are you ill?
No, I'm not. It's a Saturday, Elizabeth. Don't you have anything to do? Like snog Moony or something?
No, I do not. What would give you that idea?
Well, what else could the two of you be doing together all the time?
Oh, I don't know, studying?
You never study. Remus told us.
Actually, I do pay attention to him when he's trying to help me. It just doesn't look like it.
Leave me alone, I'm planning ways to ask Lily out.
It's never going to work, Mr. Potter.
Shut it!
9.48
Well, isn't he a snippy one?
9.49
I feel like heading out. A bit of fresh air should do me some good.
10.03, En Route to Yonder Outside Green
I'm taking a stroll. I feel quite Victorian and such.
10.04
I wonder if the Giant Squid will be splashing about today...
10.06
Speaking of the Giant Squid, I named it back in third year.
10.07
Hester the Giant Squid.
10.08
Ahahahaha!
10.17, Up in a Tree, Near the Lake
Sadly, Hester is not splashing about. Most eventful thing on the way down here: I walked straight through the Bloody Baron while I was laughing about the squid's name. He was right mad at me.
10.20
Just scared an ickle little firstie. Boy's name was Jeremy.
10.21
So, I quite cleverly said, in a very foreboding voice, "Jeremy... I am your father..."
10.23
Such a laugh! He ran away screaming for his mum.
10.24
Or some relative of his. I was laughing far too hard to hear him correctly.
10.28
Piddly-Diddly... I wonder what it would be like to be a possum?
10.29
I mean, you'd get to hang upside down by your tail!
10.30
... I wonder if there is such a thing as tail muscles?
10.31
Would it be like Glutius Maximus?
10.32
Except wouldn't it be called Tailius Maximus, Minimus and all that lot?
10.33
Latin is fascinating. Unless your barmy father has you translating it when you ought to be learning how to ride a broom.
10.35
Such a sad childhood I had...
10.39
By the way, I'm not sure that "minimus" is legitimate Latin. I was just making that bit up, as is my way.
10.42
Ah! Hester just waved a tentacle!
10.43
I wonder if he/she is a relative of Nessie?
10.44
Nessie, the mysterious creature of the loch! And Hester, distant cousin of Nessie, the mysterious creature of the lake!
10.46
If I'm in the library this week-end, I'll be sure to look it up.
10.47
And it may also be good to find out if Hester is a female or male...
10.48
Not that I'm going to change his/her name. As, really, that's what everyone calls him/her.
10.49
I mean, if I were Hester, and then some barmy student found out I was really a male, I wouldn't want my name changed. Not only would I be gender-confused, I'd also be name-confused.
10.52
... Hey, it's Mr. Lupin!
10.56
He's asked me why I'm up in the tree. I told him I'm trying to scare first years and watch Hester. He's climbing up right now.
10.57
It's not fair that he's tall, you know. He didn't have such a struggle coming up.
10.58, Mr. Lupin has Joined the Tree-Branch Sitter On-ers (or, in this case, On-er)
Glad you could join me, dear!
Pleasure.
So, how do you do this fine Saturday boring, I mean, er, morning?
I'm bored. James is plotting ways to get Lily to go out with him, Sirius is off snogging someone, and Peter was sneaking some cheese under his bed last I saw.
... Fascinating creatures, the male species.
Tell me about it.
I'm sure you already know.
I was being sarcastic, Lizabeth.
I know.
Good.
So...
So...
Why don't we just chat normally?
I'd much rather prefer that to writing.
11.08
Well, I'll be talking with Remus... You know, normally.
11.09
And we won't be snogging!
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Well, there we have it. Chapter 10. Done, complete, yay! I hope it was up to par, but, who knows. My brain has been overactive with school starting and all my activities beginning. I'm so busy! But I will certainly continue to write. (It's number three on my priority list.) As always, the World of Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and "Fetchez la vache" to Monty Python. For those who are curious, I'm having a great time at school (surprisingly) minus marching band- if you can avoid it, I suggest doing just that. That's my advice for you. Thank you all for being wonderful readers and for reviewing! It means so much to me. Please, please keep reviewing because I love to come home, get online, and read the reviews! (Is that weird? Probably...) Oh, and if anyone has any challenges for me, message me! I'm taking challenge requests (oneshots, or two-three chapters max). So, feel free to make a suggestion either by way of review or message. As always, Yours.