1. September-

Bobbie:

Arrived at Hogwarts today and things are different. Snape is headmaster. I don't know whether or not to look at him or what- he killed Dumbledore, but he also made sure that Draco didn't end up dead...so is he completely evil? Possibly. We're probably all going to die this year, anyway. Best to be safe, rather than sorry and just chalk him up as wicked and avoid him at all possible moments.

It is just before the first years all enter the feast. I don't know if I feel like eating or not. The spread is lovely and I know the House Elves put so much work into it, but I just feel a little queasy.

I haven't seen Draco yet. I mean, I did pass him on the train and he glanced at me and brushed my hand, but we really couldn't be human to one another. I hope I made him look twice, though, because I was smokin' in that dress. Even Neville was staring. I think the burlesque shoes helped. Luna told me that I was completely and totally hot. She, Ginny, Neville, and I all shared a car. I have a feeling we are going to be relying a lot on each other this year.

The train seemed empty without the Muggle born students on it. There are so many familiar faces that are gone. Seamus was telling me that he had problems at first because his father is a Muggle, but they decided to let him stay because of his mother's family. This is what Hogwarts has been reduced to- a test of blood to determine if someone is worthy of an education.

There are new professors- the Carrows stand out. They are evil. You can tell just by looking at them. I have a feeling that their classes, DADA and Muggle Studies are going to be very different now...

I want the old days back.

I need a hug.

Why haven't I seen Draco, yet?

~L'elly.

Bobbie:

Well, I now know why I didn't see Draco earlier.

The children of HIS followers, no matter how lowly, were paraded in and shown off as model students. There was Draco. All the students were asked to rshow their Dark Marks. Gah. They did. We had some of the youngers start crying. One child fainted. We weren't allowed to take her to the hospital wing. We had to just try to revive her there...the she-Carrow told us we just had to learn to do these things by ourselves. We had to learn to be strong, like the "shining examples standing before us".

Bullshit.

That word is probably going to sum up this entire year. Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit.

I had better get used to writing it.

Those of us with known resistance fighters for parents, or those who were in the DA...we were not treated well. The he-Carrow called us out. Told us to come forward and face our superiors. I made sure to plant in front of Draco. Not that it was easy, mind you, but I wanted to show him I was here and not afraid (or at least I wasn't going to break this easily) and, more to the point, I needed to prove that to myself. I was thinking that I kind of wanted to kill the he-Carrow and then run off with Draco and snog the daylights out of him...or just snuggle. I feel like I need a good snuggle. We had to kneel before them. They had to curse us. Crucio, for about ten seconds. It felt like a lifetime. I refused to utter a sound, other than this grunty moan that I couldn't hold back. Pain, I suppose, is something I am going to have to get used to.

My wish-he-was-my-boyfriend just cursed me. I am going to kick his ass when I see him later.

Hogwarts officially sucks this year.

After I got back to my seat...well, we all ate. We were escorted back to our dormitories. I'm sitting here in the dark, writing. We had lights out already. No time for play, it's all studies and sleep, and on their schedule. We're so freakin' screwed. I am thinking of flunking out intentionally, because I don't think I can deal with this crap.

I'll try to sneak in some time to talk to Ginny tomorrow. At least she's in the same boat I'm in- we're the ones who are going to get the shit end of this stick this year.

There's not much we can do, though.

~L'elly.

2. September-

Bobbie:

So you know how yesterday I had the whole cursed-in-front-of-all-my-classmates thing going on? Today I got a letter from my hexer- in the form of a scroll tied to the bottom of a tea-cozy transfigured into a rat (it's a very pretty tea-cozy, too...it turned back from rat-form after I removed the note). The note asked to meet in a very specific closet. I don't want to meet him. If he is willing to curse me, how far is he willing to go? I have a feeling I am going to cave and meet him there during my free period anyway.

~L'elly.

Just before food-

Bobbie:

Yep, I caved. I went to the closet and sat and waited for something like twenty minutes. I was going to leave when he slipped in and sat down across from me. He just sat there for a while before coming closer and trying to lean in to touch me. I darted forward and slapped him. Hard. As in, there was a hand-mark on his face. I kind of hope it stays there and he has to try to explain it to Pansy.

"Lewellyn...I can't say I blame you for that, but please, listen to me."

"I don't have to listen to someone who hexes me. You should be glad I didn't rip off your skin."

He tucked his knee up under his chin, "Please...remember when I asked you in the summer if you would still talk to me if I did the worst thing in the world?"

I nodded.

"Just give me a chance-"

"I am talking to you. See? Talking. I did NOT rip off your skin, hence you should feel lucky. Chances are for people who don't hex their best friends and then go and sit, laughing, next to that Pansy whore."

"L'elly, that's not fair."

"Life isn't. This isn't. I know, I know- no choice in the matter, the school's run by Death Eaters, and you'd get your ass kicked if you did anything but what they said. I'm sorry, after a while, you just have to grow a pair and do something that's right, rather than taking the easy path."

He stared at me, those eyes of his just so empty, "You think that was easy? L'elly, that was one of the hardest things I've ever done, but it kept us both safe. Do you realise what would have happened to both of us if I hadn't? Those people- the Carrows- they are willing to do anything to keep students in line this year, including torture- and they can do some very gruesome things to someone while they are still alive. Please, L'elly...I'm just trying to protect you."

"Maybe I don't need your protection."

Draco slid a little closer and reached over to brush my cheek with his fingers, "Wilde, by saying that, you just proved that you do. You don't know what these people are capable of. I do. I lived with them all summer. I'm not going to lose you to them."

I almost snapped back at him. Almost. Then I took the time to really listen to what he was saying and how he was saying it. He looked exhausted, his voice was shaking slightly, and his eyes were so sad...so I just sat there and let him rest his hand on my shoulder. I took his hand. I rearranged how I was sitting and patted the floor next to me. He sat beside me. I fidgeted. He put an arm around my shoulder and flinched when I reached over to take his free hand.

I started crying, "I want the old us back."

"I'm sorry, but this is what we have... I still love you."

"If you curse me again, I'll kick your ass so hard you won't be able to sit down until next Tuesday."

He chuckled, "I am sure you will...and I won't hold it against you, so long as we can meet here after to work through things."

"Why here?"

"It's protected. Don't ask how...just trust me."

I have a feeling I am going to be hearing that phrase a lot this year. I curled up against him and his arms folded around me. I felt safe. Why, I have no idea, but I did. I shouldn't feel safe. He hexed me. Emotions are weird like that.

We kissed before we left. He slipped out first and I waited for a while before also leaving.

Normal people don't fall in love and date by sneaking around, risking death, and meeting in closets.

I suppose I never said I was a normal person, even by a long shot.

~L'elly.

3. September-

Bobbie:

I had my first "Muggle Studies" class today- I have no idea why I am in this class, but it is suddenly required. It was terrible. It is all lies and fear-mongering to get us to hate Muggles. It's been so many years that I've lived with them that there isn't anything these bitches could say that would make me hate them. This will be a class I am proud to fail.

I walked out.

It felt good. I have a feeling that I'm going to be skipping this class at least once a week. I've already whipped up a few cunning schemes to produce some very convincing illnesses. I know that none of Fred and George's stuff is allowed in the school, but that doesn't mean that I don't have some concealed, nor does it mean that I can't make my own vomit-inducing potion. I'm getting pretty good with the sneak required to do that kind of thing.

Last year, I would have never imagined that this is what Hogwarts would be, nor would I have thought that this would be a way that I was going to deal with it.

Even if this year sucks, at least it won't be boring.

~L'elly.

4. September-

Bobbie:

I got to be a 'test subject' in Defense Against the Dark Arts today! Exciting! NOT!

DADA isn't about defence anymore, either, it's about learning how to use dark magic. There are some of us who are trying to do our best to fail out of the class, but we're probably just going to end up hexed nearly to death instead. Ooh, fun. I am just screaming. With joy.

I'm writing from the hospital wing, because I ended up with a laceration across my leg after I was slammed into a wall and fell on a shelf in that damned class. I told Mme Pomfrey that she's probably going to be seeing a lot of me this year. Instead of protest, she just quietly agreed and asked that I stay here for a while to recoup, instead of diving back in and probably ending up in worse shape. I have a feeling she and I are going to end up knowing each other pretty well.

I'm going to go and strike up a conversation and see if I can help her get organised while I'm waiting. I need something to do.

~L'elly.

5. September-

Bobbie:

Everyone is so jittery that Neville slipped me an envelope on the sly in the hallway. It had a page and a galleon coin in it. I'll paste the note in.

L'elly-

This is not a real coin. Don't spend it. When Dumbledore's Army needs to meet, it will vibrate. When it does, go to the third floor and find the Room of Requirement. Tell it that you need to meet with the D.A.. You shouldn't have much of a problem finding us. We're going to need to stick together in order to fight back this year.

Keep it with you at all times- find a way to hide it so you know when we need to meet.

Welcome to the underground.

~Neville.

Wicked. I can so get into this!

~L'elly.

6. September-

Bobbie:

The D.A. met today. We've got a mission for very early tomorrow morning. I'll write more if it succeeds.

I've charmed the hell out of this book so as to keep it from falling into the wrong hands. Anyone who isn't me who tries to read this will get a VERY nasty surprise, thanks to a little work from Ginny and I.

~L'elly.

7. September (well before sunrise)-

Bobbie:

We tagged one of the castle walls last night:

"DA- still recruiting!"

Neville says that this will make a lot of waves, especially since there are so many students who know about the D.A. even though they aren't members. Gotta love a school where a secret society is just about as well known as the fact that our former headmaster knitted.

Have to get to sleep- if we look tired, we're going to get our asses all landed in detention.

~L'elly.

10. September-

Bobbie:

It's pretty late at night- I think it's still the tenth, but we might have crossed over into the eleventh. We were all woken up by something (or someone) screaming. Wherever the sound is coming from, it must be being intentionally amplified into the rest of the castle. There won't be many of us getting much rest tonight.

~L'elly.

11. September-

Bobbie:

McGonagall pulled me aside today and asked if I knew anything about the D.A. stunt. I told her that I couldn't say, but if I could, does she really think that they would say anything in the open? The Carrows are freaky.

Classes pretty much suck because there is so much influence of the dark arts in everything. Draco is, for once, excelling in most of his classes (at least the ones we share). I really want to find a way to meet up with him again, but I'm not sure quite how to get the message to him without getting caught. He's the master of the sneaky letter. I am the master of eavesdropping.

We've all got our strengths.

~L'elly.

12. September-

Bobbie:

Kim, Don, and Ben just showed up. I want to go vomit. Too bad that potion is still brewing under the bed (and well hidden).

~L'elly.

At dinner-

Bobbie:

The fact that I didn't get detention for today yet is utterly astonishing. MonsterChild was saying all this anti-Muggle shit and was talking about Muggle borns by calling them Mud Bloods (dude, he's what, six? -what the heck?), so I told him to shove it and then the she-Carrow came out and decided to commend Kim and Don for doing so well with their younger child. She then said that it was lamentable that I hadn't been raised in the same household and that I had been corrupted by my abominable fathers. I just about lost it, but I kept my cool. I told Ben to sod off when he started giggling. I told Kim that she was a terrible mother and an even worse person and that I never wanted to speak to her again after I was of age. I told Don that he was a spineless git. I told the she-Carrow that I was going to go do as I was supposed to and get my studying done and she could just suck it and talk to Professor Snape if she didn't like it.

Somehow, I'm not being tortured in the dungeons or something, so either she talked to Snape and he told her to stuff it in her pipe and smoke it, or she decided she'd better just let this one drop. Either way, I'm happy.

Off to get some good eats- there are some things on this table that I'd just about tackle a first year for.

~L'elly.

14. September-

Bobbie:

The D.A. met again today. We're planning a tagging party tonight and we're going to look at doing something dastardly later on. The goal of tonight is to hit the entryway with the phrase:

"Dumbledore's Army- still strong!"

Wish us luck!

~L'elly.

15. September-

Bobbie:

Sooo...

Today was interesting. Draco nabbed me in the hall and dragged me off- I mean, forceful, like he was going to slam me into a wall or something. Instead, we ended up in a classroom that he charmed silent.

"Lewellyn, I know you are involved in this whole painting the wall stunt somehow and you are going to get yourself killed! Knock it off!"

"Look- somebody's got to speak out against the Dark Lord and it sure as hell isn't going to be you. I've got the balls to do it, I'm going to take my chances. So long as you don't rat me out, I'll be fine."

"No you won't! They're going to find out sooner or later and then what will you do? Beg for mercy? Lie? Whatever it is, you'd better pray that you don't have to find out because you won't make it. These people are evil!"

"I think I've figured that out by now. If you don't mind, I've got a place to be." I stormed out of the room.

He followed, "Don't you walk away from me!"

I yelled back, "Try to tell me what I can and can't do, you twat! Come on, give it your best shot!" By this point, I'd turned around, stopped, and was facing him. I was getting cocky and I LOVED it. Challenge this, bitch. There were a few other people in the hall, but they were trying to skirt us as best they could.

Draco was really angry, "You're going to be sorry! You know that it's coming- you're going to regret this when you're screaming in agony and there's nothing you or anyone else can do to stop it. I'll be there, but you're probably going to be in so much pain that you won't even be able to tell."

I turned, walked away, and hexed him as I did. Nothing too wicked, just a bat-bogey hex.

O.k., so that is pretty wicked. You can tell I've been hanging around Ginny, eh?

At the moment, I don't right well care if he still has his bogeys flying around and attacking his face. Somebody's got to do something about the insanity that is taking over this place. If that has to be me, then by god, I'm going to step up to the plate and do it.

I've got a pair of brass balls.

~L'elly.

16. September-

Bobbie:

Full moon tonight. I'm spending the time doing homework. Joy.

~L'elly.

17. September-

Bobbie:

It is past supper and I should be doing homework, but I got a letter today with the old-school Black family crest in a wax seal keeping it closed. Seriously, I thought for a moment that I had done some time travelling or something. Turns out that I'm still in this century and in the right 90s, but Andi's been getting creative. I suppose she figures that anything bearing the old moniker is probably pretty safe from random opening, considering ol' Mrs B would have hexed the crap out of anyone who had peeked at a letter not intended for them...and it would have been instantaneous. She was crazy like that...crazy and kind of resourceful, for a Muggle hating bitch.

The letter was not just from Andi- I got a surprise. I'll just paste.

L'elly-

Hello, dear! As you have probably figured, I am hoping that the family seal will help to keep prying eyes out of your letters. I have enchanted the wax- once the seal is broken, it cannot be re-melted and concealed. You will know, and can report back, if someone has been into your post. I will continue doing this for as long as it keeps this family safe. When it no longer works, I'll think of something else. Don't think I didn't learn a thing or two from my family!

Your father dropped by today. He is going to be trying to send me things to enclose to you. This time, he was here to write a note.

Daughter dearest!

I took with me a large stock of potions when I went on the run, so I the full moon went well and I am not terrorising small villages in my wolfish time. I have heard rumours that Hogwarts is not at all like it used to be this year and that things are getting tough. I know you can't really write back to me, but let Andi and Tonks know how you are doing so they can somehow smuggle messages to Ted and I.

Hang in there, things can only get better.
Dad.

So there you have it, L'elly. We're all thinking about you. I will try to be the post office for you and Remus and I'll try to keep you updated as to the happenings here at home. Stay strong and defiant- I know you don't even need to be reminded of that, it's just a part of what makes you YOU.

Nymphadora is not feeling well today, or else I am sure she would be writing. She has been hovering close to the bathroom. She will write in our next letter.

Much love from all of us.
Andi.

I'm getting multi-letters! I am so happy to hear that everything is going alright for Dad- I am so worried about him. Every full moon I think about him- last night, I could hardly think about the essays that I was writing or anything else, but I still managed.

I'll write back to Andi later- I have to be careful how I say what because I don't know yet how to keep my letters from being read- hopefully she'll drop me a hint in her next note.

I've had too much on my mind already and we're not even a month into the school year! Gah! How am I ever going to focus on my studies while working in the D.A., dodging the Carrows, worrying about Dad, and fighting with Draco?

Speaking of, I saw the he-Carrow talking to Draco yesterday while I was heading back from the bathroom between classes. Neither of them looked terribly happy. I hope everything is alright, but at the same time, I kind of hope that Draco's at least in a little trouble for the fact that I bested him yesterday. HIS minions can't be made to look foolish by the little weird girl, now can they?

Damned straight, they can- she's got balls of steel. They're just cowardly bullies.

I rock. I'm going to keep telling myself that, too, so I keep some shred of self-confidence through to the end of this year.

Here's to bad-ass Lewellyn giving them all hell.

~L'elly "Rock Star" Lupin-Black.

19. September-

Bobbie:

I got that letter to Andi/Dad written and sent it out this morning. It was long, cryptic, and kind of difficult to write, but I'm hoping that they'll understand what it is that I am trying to say! I have to hope that Andi gets the hint and tells me how to keep my letters private in her next note!

It's Hermione's birthday today. She's not here to celebrate it. Ginny is requesting cupcakes at the Gryffindor table tonight at dinner. She says that it is likely Winky will be on our side and get them out for us. We need to celebrate something once in a while or else we are going to go mad and no amount of badly recited Mel Brooks jokes in the middle of our classes will help...

There's a story to that, really.

We were in Transfiguration yesterday and everyone was obviously a bit down- I mean, the screams are coming up from the dungeons a little more frequently these days and echoing through the halls. The night before was particularly bad. We were supposed to be transfiguring wooden bowls into other useful wizarding objects. Neville was having troubles making his bowl into his assigned object, so he just gave up and turned it into a very dinged up crown.

Seamus took one look at it and said, "'You know, it's good to be king.'"

A few students got the reference.

Seamus' own transfiguration was going rather poorly and whatever he was trying to make, it ended up oozing and with a tail, so his response was, "'How could this happen? I was so careful. I picked the wrong play, the wrong director, the wrong cast. Where did I go right?'" A few more chuckles, but most people were really just not getting it.

McGonagall just sighed, "You know, 'tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die.' Now get back to work before I have to start explaining just what it is you two are quoting to the rest of the class."

We shrugged and got back to our work. I really sucked at it this go around, but then again, I'm not exactly sleeping well at night and I can barely concentrate in class, so it's no wonder that I'm doing absolutely terribly in my classes.

So there's my reason for the Mel Brooks reference. I do have reasons.

Oh, I also got a request from Draco today to meet. He cornered me in the hallway and tried to pretend like he was threatening me when he asked if I could meet him this evening. I told him no. I'm still pissed about him telling me that I couldn't take care of myself. I may not be all tough-ass (read: bully) Death Eater, but I can defend myself and I have every right to be a pain in the ass to the Carrows. They're a pain in my ass, and I'm all for tit-for-tat justice.

Whatever- I'll figure out how to do what I have to and not completely kill him before the end of the year.

~L'elly.

21. September-

Bobbie:

Draco asked me to meet him AGAIN today. I told him that I would concede if I got to set the terms of the meeting.

We had dodged into a classroom and he was getting impatient, "Fine. What do you want?"

"You mean other than to bind both the he-and-she-Carrow to a stick on a barge and call up the giant squid? This- we meet tomorrow during my free period. If you have to skip class, then you do. We'll use the broom closet, since you say it is already protected. If I find out that it's not and it is being used to spy on me, I'll probably set something on fire...it may or may not be you. The terms of our conversation- no talking about what L'elly should or shouldn't be doing to resist the Carrows. If you can deal with that, I won't ream your ass for not resisting them and for supporting Him. Got it?"

He looked at me, relieved, "Really? I can deal with that. I'll meet you there- it may take me a few minutes to get myself out of class, though."

I handed him a bag, "Here."

"What's this?"

"Contraband...but at least one of them should get you out of class...you just get to pick which to use."

He looked in the bag and realised that he was looking at a cache of Weasley products, "How did you get these into the school?"

"I'm good with charms."

"Yeah...damn. Anyway, I've got to get going- I'll see you tomorrow."

I turned and walked out, waving behind me. I am now in the library, doing some reading in the restricted section on things that would probably make Dad's hair stand on end if he knew his little girl was reading about them. Rare dark magic is something that every good little wizarding girl should know a lot about on the book level so she can figure out how to defend herself against the crazy Carrows.

Back to work.

~L'elly.

22. September-

Bobbie:

Ok, so you know that meeting that Draco was so anxious to set? Well, we had it, and it wasn't exactly what I was expecting.

I got there before he did and stood there, arms crossed waiting.

He arrived and I started off the talking, "Alright- so what has your knickers in such a twist that you were willing to skip class for it?"

He stepped in to me and didn't say anything. He looked like he was utterly exhausted and completely down about something. He touched my face. I closed my eyes (what? It was nice!). He kissed me. I guess he's tired of this fighting. So am I, but at some point, we do have to talk about this whole hexing each other thing. Really not the most conducive behaviour to a relationship.

After we'd had a bit of a snog, we just held each other for a while.

Then he said something, "That, L'elly, is what I wanted to see you for. I don't want to lose you."

"Then we might want to figure out some boundaries for hexing each other, you know? Because it is going to happen- especially in our Dark Arts class. The he-Carrow likes to have people duke it out in class and I think we're unofficial sparring partners."

"Would you rather go up against Goyle?"

"Do you want Goyle to still be in one piece?"

"Not really, but it is probably best if you didn't dismember him quite yet."

That made me happy, "Hon, if you put me up against him, I'm faster and better at hexing than he is, and he'd end up with limbs in various parts of the castle."

"You do that and Carrow might do the same to you."

"Hence the reason why we should keep each other as partners- we're less likely to kill each other or get ourselves killed."

"Good point."

I can't believe that I just made that kind of deal, but in truth, I really do think it's best that we keep being sparring partners. I'd probably be tempted to remove pieces from the other Death Eater kids (and the class is divided by where we stand in our allegiance to Him) and then who knows what would devious thing would end up meted out as my punishment. Draco'd probably end up eviscerated by Ginny. That girl is getting vicious and Luna's been learning from her- you'd never think that sweet, unassuming Luna would have as wicked a hexing ability as she does.

Back to the broom closet. He stepped back, kissed my cheek, and then asked, "So...how is your family?"

"Well, Dad's on the run, Tonks is with Andi and pregnant, Ted is a little freaked about when he's going to end up on the 'wanted' list of Muggle borns, and Andi is worried about all of us. My family is in shambles and is barely keeping sane- and it's really no surprise. How is yours?"

"Father's trying not to get himself killed and Mother is worried sick about the both of us and trying to dodge crazy Aunt Belatrix. That woman is insane. If He doesn't kill me, she probably will. She threw a party when Dumbledore died...had cake and everything..." He paused and was just looking down at his hands, "God, I don't know how I got through the summer. If I hadn't at least had the hope that you might still be here, I don't know if I would have made it. You don't know what it's like, with Him there...I was afraid for my life just getting out of bed in the morning."

You know, I was hoping we wouldn't end up talking about this again- really, I know it must have been hard for him and all...but it's just so hard to see all that hurt and everything and I feel like my diary should just start getting all soppy when we start going down this road. I always end up writing about how down he is and about how it hurts to see him in pain and how we both end up crying or something and blech, I mean, it's just so girly of me and so sappy and melodramatic when I see it set down in print! If anyone ever reads this, they are going to be all, "Crap, it's another life-at-home-was-hell+angst moment...skipping this section!" Really! I almost don't want to re-read it, but I feel like I have to write everything down at least somewhat accurately and he really is a complete mess- I mean, I'm surprised he didn't go and kill himself over the summer, based on the look on his face whenever he mentions home. He's just so empty and broken for it. If, somehow, I was the reason he kept going, well, I guess I'm doing some good in the world. At the same time, how pathetic is it that he didn't have another reason to hold on?

In response to his above being afraid to get up each day, I said, "Well, we all have to figure out how to deal with what we have- bloom where we are planted, you know?"

"No, I really don't."

Right...maybe he wasn't shitting me, so I went and expanded my philosophy, "You can't always change your situation, so you have to make the best of it and be the best we can be with what we have- sometimes that means just surviving until we can break away and be who we are instead of who we are told we have to be. We're all like plants, you know? We are rooted to where we are at any given moment and we can either grow or wither. The best thing to do is to find a way to bloom. Get it?"

"Yeah. I do. I guess I'm in that survival bit, though I'm not feeling like I'm doing very good at that, either."

I brushed his hair aside, "Honey, you're surviving. That's what matters. You've got a terrible hand dealt to you. Hang in there, alright? This has to end at some point, right? He will fall, you will be free, and you will finally get your chance to get the hell out of dodge."

"If I live that long. He's going to expect me to fight for Him."

"And in the chaos of war, if he can keep track of exactly where every soldier is and what they are doing, then He's a better wizard than I give Him credit for. More likely, you'll find your chance to go AWOL."

"AWOL?"

"Absent without leave...army thing. You really don't watch movies, do you?"

"No."

"You poor, deprived child. Guess what the first thing is we're doing when this is over?"

"Movie night?"

"Muggle indulgence night. Movies, music, the sprinkler dance, pizza, soda, and video games."

He smiled, "You have yourself a deal. It's almost time for lunch- you know that, right?"

I nodded, "Yep- you go ahead and get out of here first. I'll hang back."

We kissed goodbye and he headed out. I'm sitting here writing this. I think it's probably safe to get to lunch.

Cheers!

~L'elly.

23. September-

Bobbie:

Got a completely unexpected letter today from DON of all people!

Lewellyn-

That is the name you chose, right? I want to get this right. I know you don't want us in your life and I don't blame you. Kim and I were terrible parents to you. I didn't do anything to intervene and that woman is a menace. I'm divorcing her. I'm trying to get Ben, but she's making it very difficult. That boy is messed up enough already. I'd like the opportunity to fix him before it gets too late. It probably already is.

I want to tell you I'm sorry for all the damage we've done to you, especially for my part in it. I should have done all this a long time ago.

Don.

Weird, but cool. I'll drop him a line and tell him that I wish him the best with Ben and dealing with Kim. Maybe after Hogwarts, I'll get in touch with him again, just to see if he's changed any and if he's grown a spine.

~L'elly.

25. September-

Bobbie:

I AM SO BAD-ASS!

Today in Dark Arts, we were doing non-verbal hexes and I so totally disarmed Draco WITHOUT SPEAKING! I was so stoked! I not only disarmed him, but I also used this spell that Ginny taught me (she learned it from Harry)- Levi-Corpus! It totally flips someone up-side down and hangs them by an ankle! It was freakin' awesome! He-Carrow started shouting and all, so I let Draco down (Libra-Corpus!) nicely and all. I don't care that I got points docked from Gryffindor (for, you know, being awesome at the assignment).

I TOTALLY rock!

~L'elly.

26. September-

Bobbie:

Did a little night magic and tagged the Great Hall with "Harry could kick Carrow ass!" in the clouds. It is time-release spell and will appear tomorrow during lunch.

Makin' waves.

~L'elly.

27. September-

Bobbie:

Tagging showed up during lunch today and Pansy was shrieking like a three-year old on crack. I kind of wanted to punch her in the face, but I resisted. Still no sign that they have any clue as to who did it.

Te he he!

~L'elly.