January 14, 1976

As it turns out, McGonagall saw no problem in us missing a few practices, as our next match is against Ravenclaw in two months, but still. It's not like Sirius and I can just pull out our awesome beater style out of our pockets. It takes practice to hit the ball around the other players and hit the other team's players at the same time.

So today in our wonderful detention, Sirius decided to not study, but to plan strategies for the next match. Luckily for him, McGonagall didn't see him do it, though I was keeping one eye out for her.

And I'm not really studying either. I mean, I don't need to study, and this is just a huge waste of my time. The others and I were planning this huge prank.

We're going to turn the Marauders slowly into girls. They're always joking about stuff like teenage guys do, so we decided to give them a taste of what really goes on. Of course we've had to make some alterations to the original spell that enables a person to experience the sensation and results of being on one's time.

So that's going to be fun.

But anyway. Yesterday in Divination, Mopsus just basically freaked out when he saw me. Well, saw me with his inner eyes (ya know, 'cause he's blind).

But he went white, and told everyone to quickly get to their crystal balls and start searching their partner's eyes. Since Lina wasn't taking the class ever since she had a mental break down a while ago, I was partnered with Sirius, which is minor detail, but whatever. So anyway, Mopsus called me up and asked me if there was anything I wanted to tell him.

I told him no. If he knew that I was seeing…things, he'd practically make me his child, which would mean bad news for us all. And he'd probably want to tell everyone too. Though he of all people should know the side effects of telling those around you what is going on in the future.

But then he began to make subtle implications that he knew what I was thinking about, and I had been thinking about seeing my friends dead.

Which was eternally embarrassing, because when he finally let it go, I was reminded freshly of my dreams and I had to go stare Sirius in the face and make up random fact about him like, "Oh you're going to find your love in far off seas" and other bullshit.

I'm sitting right here.

Love,

Jen

X

January 16, 1976

I am again writing from detention in the hour before we have to go to the trophy room and scrub every single shining plaque there until they're golden. Sirius has again refused to study, but McGonagall is sitting a few tables over grading some quizzes, so we can't leave, until she takes us down in an hour.

And I'm just realizing how stupid I sounded in my last entry. I mean seriously, 'I'm sitting right here'? That's just crazy.

I can't be Sirius's soul-mate. Which is why I have decided to try and do everything I can to avoid making the dreams come true. And that includes letting Lily throw a fit after the DADA O.W.L. exam this spring.

Maybe…maybe she won't die then. So now I'm going to plan some things to get us out of all of that. I've also got other plans. I obviously can't go out with either Sirius or Remus. So maybe I'll go out with the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain. He seems nice enough.

I don't even know his name. Fun.

So I've got some planning to do.

Not some, a lot.

URGH.

Jen

Later:

My elbow hurts…a ton.

X

January 17, 1976

Today was my first practice in a week. As well as Sirius's.

Let's just say James was disappointed to say the least. I seem to have left my journal open in the locker room when we got back, so yea, here.

"What were you two doing out there?" demanded James, glaring at the two of us. "It was like you were dead on your feet. Five days off Quidditch and you're already just…just…" He ran a hand through his hair.

"Like what Prongs?" asked Sirius, crossing his arms dramatically, staring back at his best friend. "First years? Or were we worse than that?"

"Well, yes. You were worse than that!" James cried, throwing his arms in the air. "You couldn't even play around our team members. Vance kept remarking how it seemed like you weren't even watching the rest of the team. You were just playing by yourselves, and if anyone got hurt, it wouldn't be your fault."

"We weren't that terrible, James," I cut in. "You're being overdramatic, like always." Sirius snorted.

"Maybe I'm not Jen!" James turned to me, red-faced. "What happens if you mouth off in a different class and Tuesdays and Thursdays are taken up too?"

"Friday's are fine now," Sirius put in dully. "We only had to clean the trophy room once."

"He's just worried if we weren't using our arms, Sirius dear," I said mockingly. "Such a shame we can't properly use our arms now isn't it."

"Must've been all that trophy cleaning. Do you know how many times we saw the name Black, I mean seriously, how many medals does my family need?" Sirius laughed, pulling off his gear. "Say, Jen. Do you think you can name all of them?"

"Does James want to hear them?" I asked, smirking at him. "I can begin!" Just as I took a breath in to begin to list off the names, James clamped his hand over my mouth.

"Your flirting is seriously strange you two," James remarked. "So don't do it around me, thanks."

"We weren't flirting, mate." Sirius tried to explain.

"I don't fancy Sirius," I added. "That would be like fancying you, James." I shuddered, and James made a face. Though Sirius, even though his expression was of disgust, there was something a like a little bit of grimace underneath it all.

"Let's just go back to the castle," James cut in. "Or do I need to leave you two to canoodle."

"What the heck is canoodling?" muttered Sirius.

I have to make a mental note to ask Lily what it is. I think it's some sort of flirting word that she likes to use.

Strange word. Anyway.

Night,

Jen

X

January 19, 1976

Again it is Monday, which means study time with Sirius at seven. Great.

Jen

Later:

In Muggle Studies this morning, Lily got the teacher to play some Beatles music, which was strangely interesting until Professor Bay explained that they were a popular Muggle band, humans. Not beetles that were suddenly magiked into beat loving creatures who ate beets, because who would think that, ya know.

I'm thinking Professor Bay did.

It was fun to listen to some actual music unlike the normal stuff like, this is a telephone. And this is what they call a computer. Though Lily says they're only for major institutions and not public use yet. Which is strange, I mean what I wouldn't give for something to search the books and tell me exactly what I want to know in an instant.

James hexed Snape today. Although, Sirius tells me that Snape did start it.

"We weren't even doing anything, much. And then he just pulled out his wand and hexed Worm-Pete."

I don't know how much I believe them. Sure I don't like Lily being friends with him any more than they do, but at least I know what he turns into. They don't on the other hand. They should be peaceful and except that Lily has other friends just like I do. Except I don't really have any other friends.

Yea. Anyway.

I've gotta go. McGonagall is beginning to wonder what exactly I am doing over here, scribbling in the empty book that she took from me in class. She probably assumes it's nothing good.

At least she never got a chance to spell check it to make sure there weren't any charms that she could break on it. Though I suspect that she would probably be the first person to realize how to break the charms.

It's not even that difficult, really.

Though I can't actually say here how I did it, because of security reasons, but yup. It's practically child's play.

Well, not really, but you get my point. If a fifth year can do it, and manage to find a spell that she can cast on a book, than a really experience lady like McGonagall can too.

And probably already has. Who's to say she isn't an greatly interesting person.

Love,

Jen

A/N: I'm sorry that I didn't update yesterday, the internet went down at my house so I wasn't able to update. Anyway, I don't own HP, and would love it if you REVIEWED. THANKS-Eluse

A/N: I apparently didn't post this, so yea...um...Sorry?