A/N: Well, this chapter came out a lot faster than I expected. But the story is starting to speed up again, so hopefully I'll be able to get back into the swing of things without any trouble. Enjoy! ~Anatui


Tuesday, 1 March

Have been in a panic he last three days. A lot diary is nothing to joke about. At all.

There are so many things written in there at hat no one else needs to read, that no one else needs to KNOW! From Rigel Levy to shagging Sirius, from Chevalier putting the moves on James to Remus's personal problems, that book has more secrets than I ever realized I had to keep.

I sincerely hope no one has come across it, but I'm not sure there's an alternative at this point. I would've already found it otherwise.


Wednesday, 2 March

The journal was on my bed when I got back after classes this afternoon. Thank Merlin. But inside, on the page after my last entry, was a note. I couldn't recognize the handwriting. The sentiment, however, was clear.

Thanks for all your help. Very interesting read.

Merlin, I'm so fucked.

9 p.m.

Have spent the last few hours trying to figure out who could've stolen the journal, and it could've been anyone. But there are only a few people who would be so very interested in what's inside - all of it, I mean, not just the parts about shagging. Possibly Isabeau Chevalier, though I must admit I've almost entirely forgotten about her now that she hasn't had any interaction with Sirius. Also possibly Jasmine Snider, who as Mo has long since pointed out, despises me. Another thought is Severus Snape or some other Slytherin, though I'm not sure stealing a diary (ahem, journal) is quite a bloke's style, certainly not Snivellus's.

In any event, I'm a complete idiot. I've now completely covered this thing with charms and hexes in case anyone other than me tries to read it. They'll get a nasty surprise. Hah. I haven't spent so much time with Sirius and James for nothing.


Friday, 4 March

Weight: 124 lbs.
Calories: approx. 1,659
Drinks: 0
Cigarettes: 23
Hours studying: 4

6:12 p.m.

Seriously, who had this stupid thing? Why did I ever even write in it in the first place? And better yet, why am I still? I'm not sure it's the best of ideas, but I've filled most of its pages now. And for some reason, I'm compelled to finish.

But who had it isn't the issue anymore. Well, at least not the BIG issue. It's what they're doing with the information.

Since people talk about me all the time within hearing distance, it's pretty easy for me to pick up on rumors if I'm actually listening for them (usually not at all). And although I wasn't listening for anything in particular, I overheard a conversation between a couple third year Hufflepuffs about Professor Rigel Levy having relations with students.

Of course, considering people who haven't read the journal could know that too, I can't be sure that it's from this, but that's WAY too much of a coincidence for it to be an entirely separate event.

But really, that kind of removes Jasmine Snider from the running, doesn't it? Considering Levy dumped Mary to start shagging her, it doesn't make sense that Snider would then let loose a rumor that could implicate her in something that would label her just as much of a slag as I've been labeled.

So who could it be? Chevalier? Is she still that enraged about James? Or about Sirius? Or who the hell knows what else? That girl is fucking mental.


Monday, 7 March

Weight: 124 lbs.
Calories: approx. 1,935
Drinks: 2
Cigarettes: 26
Hours studying: 3

11 a.m.

Sirius finally asked me why I've been so jittery the last few days. He cornered me in his dorm before the other three came to bed and forced me to talk.

"What's going on?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest in determination. "You've been avoiding me - and everyone else for that matter. Why are you so on edge?"

I couldn't look at him for a minute, but he huffed and I can't resist Sirius's huffing. Sometimes he's like a petulant child, but I can't help giving in to him. So I told him about the journal going missing and my panic attack while it was gone.

"So?" was his very eloquent response, complete with a noncommittal shrug. "What's the big deal?"

I didn't know how to put it delicately, so I snapped at him, "Let me say these three words so you'll get why this is such an enormous fucking deal. Furry. Fucking. Problem."

His eyes were immediately as wide as mine. "You wrote about that?" he asked. "Why would you write about that?"

"I just found out one of my closest friends was a werewolf," I said. "Of course I wrote about it in my fucking journal. What the hell else am I supposed to write about?"

He shrugged. "Blokes?"

Oh that's definitely in here too.

"You're incredible," I said, rolling my eyes. "That's not the only thing though."

"What?"

"Have you heard the latest rumor?"

"There's a new one about you?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Not that I've heard, but I'm usually the last to know about those. No, there was a rumor about Professor Levy shagging students."

Sirius screwed up his nose in distaste. "Yes, I've heard something along those lines," he said, "but what are the odds that those are true? I mean, loads of girls think he's fit, but that doesn't mean he'd do anything about it."

"The odds are pretty fucking high, Sirius," I said, unable to look at him. "I know at least two girls he's shagged, and I'm sure he's shagged more than that. He's disgusting."

"That was something from your diary?" he asked, aghast.

"Journal," I immediately corrected, "but yes. And I'm really worried about what else might get pulled out into the open. I mean, I have no problem with Levy being identified as a pervy bastard and losing his job for shagging students, but those girls shouldn't have to have their names dragged through the mud over his indiscretions."

He didn't say anything, just sat there in contemplation.

"What?" I asked. "What is it?"

"Well, I thought I heard something the other day. It sounded completely ridiculous, but I heard something about Prongs snogging one of our exes. That true? Was something like that in your little book?"

I swallowed hard. That sounded remarkably like James's encounter with Isabeau Chevalier at the beginning of the fall term. And I couldn't possibly let that cat out of the bag.

"No," I said quietly, "nothing like that at all."

And he just believed me. A huge smile spread across his face, and he said, "Well, let's not worry about it for now. If something comes of it, then we'll deal with it."

For a moment I was suspicious. Because Sirius doesn't just let things go. So either he intends to get together the other Marauders and come up with a plan to find out what happened, or Merlin forbid… they were the ones to take it. That would completely change everything. But wouldn't he be horribly furious with me for a variety of reasons? Like keeping the secret about Isabeau Chevalier from him? Or furious with James for the situation in the first place? Or does he genuinely not care about that anymore?

This just made it even more confusing. Could this be another Marauders' orchestrated prank? Or an act of revenge?

I have no idea what to think.


Tuesday, 8 March

Weight: 124 lbs.
Calories: approx. 1,790
Drinks: 0
Cigarettes: 18
Hours studying: 1.5

3:56 p.m.

I was in Ancient Runes, which of course has Lily and Remus in it, but everyone else is from the other houses. At the table in front of me and Lily, there were two Slytherin girls (Talkalot and some random girl I've never met before) having a very interesting discussion.

"Oh Merlin, Cindy," said the girl I didn't know, "did you hear about itty bitty Peter Pettigrew?"

Lucinda Talkalot barely glanced over at her partner when she asked, "What about that berk?"

"It's funny," the girl continued, not even noticing Talkalot's annoyance, "but Pettigrew was apparently the first of their little group of friends to snog a girl. Even before Black and Potter. Isn't that weird?"

Talkalot just stared at her in disbelief. "Reese, did you honestly expect me to find that interesting?"

Reese sat there awkwardly for a moment before returning to her studies silently.

Now, obviously this isn't front page news, but there were only a few people that knew that, and me and my journal were one of them. I really don't think all of this is going to end up in my favor.


Wednesday, 9 March

Weight: 124 lbs.
Calories: approx. 1,582
Drinks: 0
Cigarettes: 12
Hours studying: 0

11:46 a.m.

This is now the third day in a row that I've heard a new rumor. I feel like they're being told so close to me on purpose so that I'll notice them. I've never felt so observant before in my life.

So far though, this one is definitely the worst.

Deborah Kinsey in Charms this morning said rather loudly that she had a direct link between Professor Levy and myself. Poor Professor Flitwick didn't even notice as he was writing information for us on the board, but everyone else in the room heard as the Ravenclaw said, "Poor Levy," in a faux-hushed voice to her friend a seat over. "She must've gone there specifically to chat him up. I mean, why else in the world would he even considering shagging HER? She's not even remotely pretty."

I was mortified to say the least, and as I sat there with all of my friends (every single one of them), I couldn't look any of them in the eyes. I mean, it's not like what she said was exactly true - I'd rather die before shagging Rigel Levy - but it wasn't entirely false either.

I don't really know what to do, but in a week, things have gotten entirely out of hand. This is a problem that I need help from Mo with. How did she get so smart about this sort of stuff?


A/N: Poor Zig. It's just too much fun to torture her. And the next one will have a lot of Mo in it - I've missed writing for her, and she and Zigger need to have some sisterly bonding time. :)

NEXT TIME:

Mo glared at me where I sat and said, "Oh come on, Zigger, this isn't nearly as bad as you're making it out to be." I sent her a pointed look, and she amended, "Oh all right, it is, BUT it's not like there's nothing you can do. What happened to your Gryffindor spirit? You've got to fight back!"