Lily is much put out
(by lovesickened teens)
by Gary
(who is beginning to be sick of pickles, and yearn for a nice chutney. sigh)
Wednesday.
Three days until Judgement Day
I mean that in a talent show-y sort of a way.
I mean, I doubt the world will end on Saturday. Although it would be awesomely ironic.
But quite unlikely.
Anywobble.
Why was I writing?
Oh yeah. I remember.
Potter.
I have him dangling on my string. Heheh.
Idiot.
But the weird thing is we're both happy.
AT THE SAME TIME
I don't think you're grasping this.
Stupid diary.
Book.
Thing.
I'm happy because. You know.
I win.
And he's happy because…well…he just is.
I know this because I deigned to speak to him today.
Well.
Write to him
In History of magic, or 'free period' as it's usually referred to.
I went into the classroom, only to see that Flavs was sitting next to Sirius (henceforth referred to as El Lover boy).
This can mean only one thing.
James is fresh out of a seat.
Shit.
There's a free one by me.
I will say.
They did that well.
Bastards.
Anyway, there we are.
Me 'n' James.
Sitting in what can only be called uncomfortable silence.
Binns is drawling on.
Sweet JC, how can he still be here?
I do NOT understand this school. I went to what, about three lessons yesterday. No one even NOTICED, let alone dealt out any kind of punishment
Today, I was walking through the Great Hall, with my hair untied. Now I have detention, because APPARENTLY I have done this repeatedly and it contravenes FIRE SAFETY or some OTHER SHIT.
Also I am very very very tired of lovesick teenagers (says you. Yes I know. Shut up) meeting 'secretly' at night. I've got to say:
FLYING TO YOUR GIRLFRIENDS WINDOW IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BLEEDING NIGHT HAS BEEN DONE.
Not to mention we sleep in DORMATORIES. Well. I don't. Heheheheh. But it was very annoying when I did.
But I was just thinking these enlightening thoughts and, you know, killing people in my head for doing the afore mentioned IRRITATING things, when a piece of parchment hit me neatly on the head.
Which seemed a little harsh, given that it would have been about twenty times easier to just say 'Lily'.
You can't blame him, poor boy. He's very probably inbred.
So I opened it out (as I suspect that playing Who shall I Kill First in my head is not a very good idea)
It says:
Lily, go out with me on Friday?
Please.
I am not that cheap. Clearly he has no idea how much more buying off I will require.
I wrote back:
You'll have to try much harder than that.
He looked crestfallen. I sighed.
I guess you could try harder on Friday, if you MUST.
I like to think that I'm subtle.
Oh, you know I am REALLY.
I wonder where we will go?
It had better not be the lake.
I can go there whenever I want, free of charge.
Still.
The bell went then so I finally detached my friends from their (extremely creepy) men, and went to eat.
Through all this emotional turmoil, food is my one friend.