18th of February, 7.01, Great Hall, Breakfast, Awaiting the Gang

Well, last night certainly was interesting. The Gang has developed all these "surefire" plans that'll get Remus to want me. I doubt that though. Besides, I'd say he wants me already judging by our little snog fest this past Saturday.

7.02

I seriously wonder what is taking them so long to get down here to join me for breakfast!

'Ello there, love.

Hi Sirius.

I saw that you mentioned my name, and I just had to come over and see what you were writing about me!

Wait, what? When did I write your... Oh. You twat! I didn't write your name! I wrote "serious."

Exactly.

Oh dear. How would you know I was even writing your name? You were clear down at the other end of the table.

I can't tell you my secrets!

Ooh, I've got it! You've developed x-ray vision! That's it, isn't it?! Ha. Great.

What's "x-ray vision"?

... I don't know. It's some thing that muggle superheroes have or something. At least I think that's what Lily told me.

Ah, the Lilypad!

Right-o. So, was there any reason you came over here or are you just gracing me with your presence?

Well, partly the gracing you bit, but I was actually wondering what happened after Remus abducted you...

You don't know already?

Erm, yes, I do. But I want to hear your side.

We kind of had a row and somehow ended up snogging... For a long time.

Ah, I see. Hmmm...

Uh-oh... You're thinking, aren't you?!

Lizzie, my dearest and most treasured lover of all time

Sirius, that's disgusting.

Don't interrupt me while I'm writing! Anyway, you and I both know it was never meant to be, no matter how sweet it was while it lasted...

... What? Are you, erm, breaking up with me? ... We weren't even together!

I know, don't take it too harshly, though. We will always have our friendship and memories of the times we shared together.

You can't be serious.

Oh, but I am. Besides, Elizabeth, you and Moony...

Yeah, what about us?

Everyone knows you two should be together. It'll only be a matter of time before he pulls that stick from his arse and asks you.

Really?

Oh, definitely.

Well, that saves me from going through all the troublesome things the Gang had planned.

And what did they have in mind?

I'm not going to tell you.

Don't give me that look!

Please?

7.16

The Gang has rescued me!

9.13, Divinations, At a Table with Bridget

I think I'm going to kill myself... I saw it in a vision!

9.14

Actually, Bridget read my palm which said I would die. And now she's raising her hand to ask Professor Jevois, also known as Professor My-Arse-Sees, if it's true or not.

9.15

Bridget refuses to believe that I will one day die.

9.16

She seems to be a firm supporter of my immortality! Ahahaha.

9.24

This amuses me. Apparently my palm has scared away the professor and she is now having a discussion with Bridget regarding my life.

9.26

Le sigh. Is my death really that tragic?

9.27

Ah well! I must busy myself seeking mirth and beauty in the present then! At least that's what Dad always says... "Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the present."

9.28

My mum says that it's complete rubbish and that Dad isn't really as philosophical as he seems. Honestly, I'm a believer of the occasional philosophical moments that many Reynolds' happen to experience every now and then. That's what makes us such a wonderful clan of witches and wizards! Mum, of course, does not enjoy these little moments of deep insight since she isn't a true Reynolds. She is only one by marriage.

9.33

Well, Bridgey-poo doesn't look too pleased... What's the deal with my death, eh?

I, erm... I can't tell you.

Why not? It's my death, you know. I'd tell you how you were going to die if I knew!

I don't think you want to know. And I've been sworn to secrecy by the professor...

Can I have a hint? Is it tragic or hysterical?

Why do you have to be so bloody morbid, Elizabeth!?

9.36

... Touchy.

3.16, History of Magic, Sitting Next to James

Well, History is exceptionally boring today. I think I'm starting to feel Seventh Year Burnout. And I'm not even a seventh year! Anywubblies, I've been thinking about it all day, and I kind of would like to know what's the big deal about how I die. I don't understand why I'm not allowed to know... Shouldn't I get the privilege of knowing since it is the death of myself? Watch- I'll end up pushing daisies when I'm eleventy-one! And I don't think I could complain much about that, now could I? No because, hopefully, in 111 years of life, I will have accomplished all that I have ever wanted to.

3.19

I think I might take a quick nap now. Hopefully James'll wake me up when class is over.

3.26

Miss Reynolds, for the thirteenth time this year, I must ask you not to fall asleep during my class. I know you find it quite boring, as you've told me on many occasions, but you really must make more of an effort to stay attentive. Please see me after class regarding your punishment. -Professor Binns

4.03

That bloody ghost! He wants me correcting essays for the next three weeks! How is that fair in any way, shape or form?

8.51, Gryffindor Girls' Dormitory

So, Bridget has been summoned to the great office of Headmaster Dumble-y-dore. I wonder if she'll get a lemon drop? Right, well I'm anxiously awaiting her return while Anne and Lily are busy trying to figure out their Plan of Action for talking to Remus. I don't know how much there is to talk about with him, but we'll see. I'm sure they'll tell me whatever he says.

9.32

Poor Bridget. She looks quite upset and she also refuses to tell us what exactly her meeting with Dumbledore was about. Ah well.

19th of February, 10.31, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Sitting Next to Peter

So, I'm dreadfully bored and thinking of what other paraphernalia Pete's managed to collect from his fellow Marauders since what I last saw in his little shrine. I suppose I could ask him. You know, I've been receiving Glares of Loathing and Death from the professor all day now. I'm starting to tire of it. Perhaps that is how my death will come about? I will receive the Death Glare for too long of a period!

10.33

Merlin, I am morbid!

10.37

Alright, I'm really getting tired of the Death Glares that I'm getting from

1st of April, 9.32, Gryffindor Common Room

That barmy cow of a Defense teacher! He bloody abducted you, journal! Honestly! I tried to tell him I was taking notes, but then he actually started to read it and I think his eyes tripled in size when he read about the paraphernalia that I mentioned because I think he thought it was of a more inappropriate sort when it truly wasn't and, well... Yeah. I've been trying to get you back for weeks now with help from the Marauders. I'll have you know that on top of the detention I had to originally serve with Binns grading essays, I earned bounds more thanks to James and Sirius who made stupid little mistakes such as getting distracted because there was some "smokin' hot girl" waltzing down the corridor or a Slytherin had crossed our path. It was ridiculous. However, we finally managed to get you back last night and I'm sure that Professor Elvendork has read through you. Which, might I add, horrifies me to no end!

9.39

Anyway, there's a Quidditch game later today, Ravenclaw versus Slytherin. I wonder who I'll be cheering for? I was thinking of taking pity on the poor Snakes, but then I remembered how much I despise them. So, I'll be cheering on Ravenclaw. Again. We have a game against Ravenclaw next Saturday and I have a very good feeling that we will win. Or so James has been preaching to us, but I don't think it's getting through. He needs to switch up his motivational speeches a bit more. Less talk about tactics and more of, "We're going to beat the bloody rubbish out of that team there!" He needs more of a Yank mentality, I think. That'll get us more fired up.

9.46

Right, well, in other news, Remus and I are talking and such. Well, I suppose flirting is the word the Gang likes to use, but I just think it's back to how it was at the beginning of the year. And I'm not going to complain about it because that means no random snog fests or rows late at night.

9.48

Oh, I just want him to ask me to be his girlfriend already! He must like me, because that's all that Sirius and James say. It's also all I hear from the Gang! Lily especially!

9.49

I don't understand. He knows that I've settled on him and that the only interest I have in Sirius is merely platonic, but he still won't approach the subject.

9.50

And I most certainly am not going to bring it up. He's the bloke. He's supposed to be doing all the asking anyway. At least that's what Mum said in the letter I got from her this morning...

9.51

Speaking of said letter, it's apparent that Remus must've mentioned something about his interest in me to his own mother, for she told my mother about it and now our mums are conspiring. I mean, I love Mrs. Lupin. She is honestly one of the most lovely people I've ever met... But I've seen my mum and her together. And it's rather frightening how they sit there discussing matters over tea in such a proper fashion. Though I swear to Merlin, as soon as I am out of earshot they just are whispering away about Remus and me.

9.55

Not that there is really much to discuss, since there isn't anything going on between us since the wanker hasn't brought it up yet!!

9.56

Hm, I think I just let out some much needed anger there.

9.58

Right-o, moving on then. I just don't understand why he won't ask me. But Mummy Dearest says, and I quote: "All great things come with a price and the price for this, my Lizzie-Wizzie, is having to wait." And she goes on and on about how thrilled she and Mrs. Lupin are and I'm fairly certain they're already planning our wedding. Which, I must say, is quite embarrassing.

10.00

Almost as embarrassing as Professor Slughorn willingly singing "Fetchez la Vache: The Song" in front of the class as a way to "brighten our moods" since we were making the Draught of Death or something of the sort.

10.01

Thinking about it, death has been omnipresent these past few weeks. First with my palm, then the Death Glares from various teachers, Slytherins, and firsties, and the Draught of Death. Hm. Maybe it's a sign that somebody will be leaving us?

10.02

I hope it's Snape.

10.03

Ahahaha.

10.04

I can't help but wonder who would go to that funeral!

10.05

Planning Snape's funeral?

Indeed I am, Mr. Lupin!

Should I let Padfoot and Prongs know? They'll want to join you in whatever you have planned for him, you know.

I think I'll handle this one on my own.

Alright. If you need any help or anything, just let me know.

I thought you didn't think it was acceptable to abuse Snape-adoodle so?

Have I ever actually stopped any of you from ever abusing him anyway?

... Now that I think about it... No, you haven't! Ha!

"Ha," what?

You secretly have enjoyed watching him suffer all these years! He's provided you with much needed entertainment, hasn't he? I knew our noble efforts were not in vain.

... You are so very strange, Elizabeth.

I do try.

No, you don't. It just comes naturally to you.

Ah, you know me far too well, Mr. Lupin!

Are you going to the Quidditch match later on?

Yes, actually.

Erm, did you want to go with me? You don't have to sit with me or anything, we could just walk there together...

What's this? You want to go to a Quidditch game?

Well, yes, with you.

Awww, that's very sweet, but I already have a date. I'm terribly sorry.

With who!?

Regulus, actually.

You can't be serious.

That's Black the Elder's territory, not mine, mate.

You're not actually going with Sirius' little brother, are you?

Of course not! It's just fun to see your knickers in a twist.

That's cruel.

Well, go on, ask me properly again.

Would you like to accompany me to the Quidditch match this afternoon?

Ooh, so proper! And, yes, I'd love to go with you since it's such rare occurrence that you actually want to go!

Great.

10.17

Le sigh! Actually, make that le sigh times a million!

10.18

I'm going on a date-type thing with Remus!

10.17

Even though he never really called it a date... But it's a date in my mind.

10.22

... I've just realized that all the rubbish I wrote about Remus and Sirius and snogging... Erm, my guess is that all of the professors read it. It probably went around to all of them.

10.23

Lovely. Just lovely.

10.24

Although, I suppose it is my fault that it got confiscated...

10.26

Why am I even worrying about such things anymore, though? I have my journal back and I'm going to the Quidditch game with Remus.

10.27

I honestly do not think my day could get much better than this.

10.28

... Well, actually it could.

10.29

By means of Slytherin losing the match.

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Well, there you have it! Chapter 25 and the return of Mr. Lupin! I hope it was up to par and that it was also enjoyable. The Harry Potter Universe belongs to J.K. Rowling, rocker of my world, as does the name "Elvendork" for any of you who recognized it from the "prequel" she wrote. And a free pair of clip-cloppers to anyone who can locate the Kung Fu Panda quote that I snuck in! Anyway, as always, review, review, review and review! It means a lot to me knowing that people are actually reading my story and that I'm not just writing for my own sick entertainment. Also, I've decided that once I've completed Elizabeth's story, I will start two more: a serious SiriusOC (irony!) one and a funny OliverOC. Again, thank you very much for reading, I hope you enjoyed it, and, since I do not say it enough, REVIEW!! Yours always.