Thursday December 29th 1977.
9:00 am.
Whoever furnished this school was obviously some kind of genius, because the one thing that compensates for this castle being built in a freezing cold part of Scottland by someone who much preferred stone floor to carpet is the fact that the beds seem to be made almost entirely of feathers. It is too cold to get up. I'm going back to sleep.
11:30am.
Sirius woke me up in the special way he has - by scaring me half to death, to deliver a letter that had come for me at the breakfast I missed. It soon became clear, however, that the reason he was willing to be delivery boy was so he could tell someone about the uproar he and James caused at breakfast, and I am the only person in the tiny student population that stayed for the holidays that wasn't actually present. Ha! I knew they were planning something. I don't really want to go into the vast and intricate detail of his and James's plan, because I don't want to spend the next hour writing it. Suffice to say that there were a lot of spiders (James's trade mark), a noisy chicken and five minutes of total chaos before Dumbledore calmed everyone down and gave James and Sirius both detentions. I thought it was a bit harsh to give someone a detention in the christmas holidays, but Sirius assures me that Dumbledore was lenient and McGonagall wanted them to get a months worth. The victim was a third year, who hadn't really done anything to James and Sirius except
1) be a Slytherin, and
2) be on an opposing quidditch team
which is enough in their book to make them mortal enemies for life.
When he had gone, after first proving that deep down inside he really is a wonderful person by revealing he'd bought me up a danish for breakfast, I read my letter, which went:
"Lily, you silly cow, why did it take you so long to realise that? We've been speculating for years now on when you two are finally going to get together. Don't do anything, make any move, reveal any feeling until I get there, because you really are hopeless sometimes. Be calm. See you soon. Love, Jo."
A brilliant response, but I am slightly disturbed by the idea of all my friends sitting around discussing me having feelings for James that I still wasn't aware that I had.
Good advice, though. Be calm, Lily.
Authors notes.
As requested, Harry Potter Lexicons url - http://www.i2k.com/~svderark/lexicon/
Thankyou to everyone who reviewed. I love that people like my story!
Uno.
9:00 am.
Whoever furnished this school was obviously some kind of genius, because the one thing that compensates for this castle being built in a freezing cold part of Scottland by someone who much preferred stone floor to carpet is the fact that the beds seem to be made almost entirely of feathers. It is too cold to get up. I'm going back to sleep.
11:30am.
Sirius woke me up in the special way he has - by scaring me half to death, to deliver a letter that had come for me at the breakfast I missed. It soon became clear, however, that the reason he was willing to be delivery boy was so he could tell someone about the uproar he and James caused at breakfast, and I am the only person in the tiny student population that stayed for the holidays that wasn't actually present. Ha! I knew they were planning something. I don't really want to go into the vast and intricate detail of his and James's plan, because I don't want to spend the next hour writing it. Suffice to say that there were a lot of spiders (James's trade mark), a noisy chicken and five minutes of total chaos before Dumbledore calmed everyone down and gave James and Sirius both detentions. I thought it was a bit harsh to give someone a detention in the christmas holidays, but Sirius assures me that Dumbledore was lenient and McGonagall wanted them to get a months worth. The victim was a third year, who hadn't really done anything to James and Sirius except
1) be a Slytherin, and
2) be on an opposing quidditch team
which is enough in their book to make them mortal enemies for life.
When he had gone, after first proving that deep down inside he really is a wonderful person by revealing he'd bought me up a danish for breakfast, I read my letter, which went:
"Lily, you silly cow, why did it take you so long to realise that? We've been speculating for years now on when you two are finally going to get together. Don't do anything, make any move, reveal any feeling until I get there, because you really are hopeless sometimes. Be calm. See you soon. Love, Jo."
A brilliant response, but I am slightly disturbed by the idea of all my friends sitting around discussing me having feelings for James that I still wasn't aware that I had.
Good advice, though. Be calm, Lily.
Authors notes.
As requested, Harry Potter Lexicons url - http://www.i2k.com/~svderark/lexicon/
Thankyou to everyone who reviewed. I love that people like my story!
Uno.