One more day until the dance! Only another chapter after this before Saturday's entry! Who enjoys our misery of public humiliation over the internet by having our diaries posted worldwide?


Detention: JP, SS, SB, RL, LE, PP, fifth years

For: They know

Assignment: journal, day 5, JP, SB, RL


The Life of James

Well, I must say, this was a funner and more creative outlet than hexing Wilson Smith, although I still haven't stopped that train of thought. And tell me, who doesn't like a pillow fight? Even Snivellus got in on the action. Ahem, that sounded bad. Even Snivellus walloped a seventh year Hufflepuff Prefect in the face with a pillow. And by Golly, he even cracked a smile when the pillow exploded in his hands.

The 'Puff, naturally, was knocked out. I think that Snape could actually be a Beater if he ever learned to fly a broom.

Um, anyway, we planned this this summer instead of doing our summer assignments. It was actually a pretty good idea. It promoted Inter-House cooperation, and it also gave everyone a chance to beat the stuffing out of someone you had issues with without getting into trouble. Really, us getting detention for benefiting the entire school, especially Lily? Completely worth it.

Speaking of the lovely red-head, she and her roommates were having a wonderful time bursting the pillows on each others' heads. I think it was something they all needed, to clear the air between them. Just start out angry, and by the end of it, they're all laughing and having a good time. And she says she despises the things I do.

Naturally, to keep this all in good fun, we deserted the scene once Snivellus spotted us. Sirius then had a brilliant idea to dress up as ninjas and randomly drop on people who weren't already enjoying the fun. This would have worked out fine, had Sirius not decided to drop in on you, Minnie. Of course, you had followed my advice and was carrying a lovely cat-shaped pillow, and your cat-like reflexes allowed you to smack Sirius in the face as he was leaping down on you. He then proceeded to fly backwards into a suit of armor and grant us both detention. I don't blame you in the least.

And I just gotta say…nice shot.


Sirius's Journal

So, since you cannot possibly give us more detention time without infringing on our classes, I guess I can tell you what all went down, as the Americans would say.

Jamie and I woke up veeeeeeeeeeeeeeery early today. In fact, I think it was so early that it was technically late. Why we did not actually stay up the entire night? Well, that would mean Remus would stay up with us and make us do homework, which would entirely defeat the purpose, as homework would make us fall asleep and the entire thing would be ruined.

I'm having difficult relations with James at the moment. On one hand, he is my brother and I love doing pranks with him, but on the other, he's dead annoying. None of the portraits would say a word to me when I asked about Regulus, and James just keeps teasing me about it. In fact, I bet that Regulus doesn't even have a date, it's just James being an idiot.

Except that's impossible, because Blacks always have dates.

Except, for some reason, I haven't gotten one yet. I know the majority of Lily's friends are still single, but I'm still incredibly displeased with them and so don't want to ask them out. At this point, I would ask Ratty Mosquito or that crazy fourth year Ravenclaw who says she has the Gift of Seeing, but I've heard that even they managed to get someone to go with them!

And James still won't tell me what his costume is. Why? Why? WHY?

Do excuse me, I believe I was telling a story here. Now where did I end? Oh yes.

So, we woke up early. Using some special magic that you would be proud of us for learning, we multiplied the pillows in our room to like, a thousand pillows, but of course we put the original pillow in the Undetectably-Extended bag that way we didn't have to stuff a gazillion pillows into the bag after we multiplied them. James would have done that, if I hadn't thought of it beforehand.

So we were walking down the stairs with about two thousand pillows on our backs (because my idiot partner-in-pranking multiplied the bag and all of its contents) and Peeves just happens on by. We convinced him to help us drop pillows everywhere in the main entrance between the Grand staircase and the Great Hall.

At this point it would be wise to disclaim Peter's participation in any of this. Remus planned it, James and I carried it out. Peter was just as surprised as the rest of the school.

Have you realized how easy it is to distract the entire school? I mean, it's like a kid from the bad part of London and a sparkly object. I'm surprised we ever get any classes, to be honest. Dumbledore will cancel classes for a pillow fight. I think he must not have had any fun as a child, or he's going senile, because most adults I know would be like, "Sirius and James will clean up this mess, and the rest of you get to class, NOW!"

Wow, have you realized how easy it is to distract me? It's like a Slytherin spotting a Gryffindor. They stare at us with hate, and then when we're gone from sight, they're like, "So what were we talking about again?"

Um, anyway, we then proceeded to go back to bed for a few hours after we put up a sign that said, "Pillow fight arena." Woke up early again. Went down to breakfast late. No one was in the arena yet, which I decided to change. I ate a sausage and stuffed a toast in my mouth, went over to the Slytherin table, grabbed my brother and dragged him away. Literally dragged. I also grabbed a Ravenclaw prefect. Quite a few people followed me. I dragged my two prisoners into the arena, dropped them, and issued a Sonorous on myself. I briefly noticed that the Ravenclaw I'd grabbed was Wilson Smith. Eat pillow, jerk.

So, I issued a Sonorous on myself and said, "ATTENTION HOGWARTS! TODAY'S CLASSES ARE CANCELED!" I looked at Dumbledore, and he nodded his approval. "BUT IN RETURN FOR THAT FREE DAY, AT LEAST NINETY-SEVEN PERCENT OF EACH HOUSE MUST PARTICIPATE IN THIS PILLOW FIGHT!" I figured that almost everyone but maybe one or two people would participate then, since wizard children are notoriously bad at doing math off the top of their heads. "THE ESTABLISHED TEAMS ARE AS FOLLOWS: GRYFFINDORS AND HUFFLEPUFFS VERSUS SLYTHERINS AND RAVENCLAWS. YOU, ARE, HOWEVER, PERMITTED TO BASH ANYONE WHO ANNOYS YOU, WHETHER OR NOT THEY ARE ON YOUR TEAM. FOR EXAMPLE, LILY EVANS IS PEFECTLY ALLOWED TO BEAT THE STUFFING OUT OF JAMES POTTER-" there were a great many laughs at this one "—EVEN THOUGH THEY ARE BOTH GRYFFINDORS. ANY QUESTIONS? NO? THEN BEGIN!"

People swarmed the arena, and I was happinessed. I burst a pillow on Wilson Smith's ugly mug, and he didn't come back up. Moments later, I saw Snivellus Snape do almost an identical move on a Hufflepuff prefect. And then, he smiled. And I was like, "Whoa," and James was like, "Whoa," and I was like, "Oomph!" because Alice-who-is-not-Lily's-friend thumped me in the back of the head and I dropped, unbalanced, to the ground, but only because the pillows slipped when I was trying to maintain my balance.

Snape caught my eye, and I decided it was time to evacuate the dance floor. James came with. Just one floor up, we Transfigured each other's robes into ninja outfits. We still had our original pillows (or one of the copies, but anyway, we had a pillow) so we decided that we should attack the people who were not participating. James was lookout, so it was really his fault I almost hit you and really his fault we had detention after this particular episode.

I had cast the Sticky Fingers charm on my shoes and walked up the side of the wall. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to perch sideways? You're either leaning toward the floor in an incredibly awkward position, or you're killing your legs trying to keep yourself in a ninja crouch on the side of a wall without falling off.

Needless to say, I was very happy when James signaled that a person was coming. I think he tried to signal to me that it was you just before I pounced, but he did some weird hand gestures and also flipped me off, so I flipped him off back. And I jumped. And you walloped me in the face with your embroidered cat pillow with a button nose and wiry whiskers that left red marks on my face for an hour afterwards. And James fell over laughing. And I hit him with a Stinging Hex. And we got detention for the rest of the afternoon, first with the writing assignment and then cleaning Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Ick. And now I'm sitting here, finishing this journal, FINALLY dry, after Myrtle's fits and then my shower, although my hair is still wet. I wouldn't be surprised if Myrtle was Snape's date. Anyone else would be sane and not desperate enough to go with him.


Remus

Day: five

Time: unknown, Sirius smashed the clock with the water pitcher

Location: James's bed, because James dropped dead on mine

Disclaimer: I had nothing to do with it.

I would just like to say that the pillow fight was entirely not my idea, except possibly inadvertently during the summer when Sirius told me to throw him a pillow and I hit him in the face with it. That was the extent of my planning. Really.

Hm, did I say what my costume was going to be already? Let me look…Nope. I'm not going as a cat, or a wolf, thankfully. Nor a pirate. But my costume did end up matching with Sirius and Peter. I'm going as Peter Pan, and I've convinced Sirius to be Captain Hook and Peter to be Mr. Smee. Finally, no more bangs as Sirius tries to find the perfect style. He was contemplating dreadlocks with beads in them with a red bandanna for a while there, for Merlin's sake! And he put eyeshadow on to go with it, which at that point James called him a girl and there was a minor duel which resulted in James being knocked unconscious on my bed. And he's really too heavy for us to bother moving. We'll just blame Lily when he has a stiff neck in the morning. It's not like he'll remember any of it. We'll say that he asked her out again knowing full well Wilson Smith was going with her and she hexed him and we had to carry him up. My bed is closest to the door so it will make perfect sense to him.

I'm much more okay with lying when the full moon is approaching. Stupid wolf brain. It's affecting my conscience.

Right, so James and Sirius covered the morning, so I'll cover what happened while they were in detention. After they left the pillow fight, it became a pillow war, and magic was mostly disused except in the quick making of pillow cannons. Oh, it was brilliant. Who knew that the Hufflepuffs were so bloodthirsty? Puffs went at Claws, Snakes went at Lions, people were jumping on and over other people, thumping them in the face, feathers were flying everywhere. No one was seriously hurt, unless you count the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff that were knocked out by Sirius and Snape for the first three hours of the game. Snape, funnily enough, reminded me very much of a cross between an avenging angel and a battle commander. He had a pillow in each hand and was beating everyone, Slytherin included, one moment, and rallying the Ravenclaws into an organized arrow formation the next. Things were crazy.

As the afternoon wore on, less people were participating in the pillow fight. Peter fell asleep in a corner. Lily and her friends walloped some Slytherins and Ravenclaws. The action died down about three pm. Lily helped me clean up while Sirius and James were nowhere to be found. We woke up Peter. I took a nap.

Sirius and James came back about six, which is when we found out they had been in detention for trying to wallop Minnie. And that they'd been cleaning Moaning Myrtle's bathroom for the last four hours, which I found rather hilarious. Pirate costuming, duel, James unconscious on my bed. We argued a bit over whether or not we should all switch beds and freak James out in the morning or not. The clock started randomly beeping, and we tried to shut it off but nothing we did helped. We even preformed a Silencing charm. Then Sirius smashed it with the water pitcher. That actually worked, though now we have no way to tell the time or wake up in the morning. Oh well, can't have everything in life. I'm going to say it's approximately nine pm, so goodnight!

I'm hyper.


And the world is knocked off balance, only to become more so as the weekend wears on. Do please review. It makes the lazy transcriber who I am writing over while trying to stop from stopping me write faster. fal;fjwe. I mean, see you next entry!