NORMAL Marauders and Co.
Disclaimer: All disclaimers apply
A/N: You know, people always say a diary is good for you, but I've never liked them. I look back on past days and I think, 'What in the world was I thinking to write that?' Some say talking is the right way to let out feelings, but the words never come out right for me. I have the whole thing planned then I try to say it and I can never get it out or I stutter. Even more others think that just thinking the thoughts are a good way to vent. Again, my thoughts turn and don't reflect the true me, the hyper me, the sad me, the happy me. Differently from most people, I burn my thoughts off in stories that show a happy ending to my troubles, or even how I wish my life was. There are still problems. Such as, plotting the story-line and not continuing it, only knowing fragment of the story or... several more things.
-There once was a girl with many friends...- stupid, unattractive, stupid, and cheesy.
-She had many problems...- stupid again, depressing.
-She watched her friends flourish in boyfriends, friends, being favorites to teachers, and making people laugh....- depressing again, too-happy-to-be- true-ending fits the story.
All in all, few made it past but they always reflect me. Loud, truthful arguments and guys falling in love at first sight of you. The bad endings never come and the good stay. Refreshing and depressing. The good side always wins.
This will always be and hardly ever fall in my stories. But some are still good and reflect the positives and some negatives. They show how people have problems, not always over-whelming, though sometimes, and no one is perfect, and someday you will meet a true friend or more than a friend.
--My thoughts to writing, by me, Alia Willingham.
This is a good story, I think. It thought my last thoughts turned out well and I hope some people agree, or even disagree but see the points to it. On with the story!
~*~
Monday, September 2nd
Dear Diary,
Today we went to our classes. Oh and on my schedule, I need to add Astronomy at 2 am on Friday. The boys were surprised to see my non-hyper...
Sam woke up from her alarm clock at 6:00 am drowsy and grumpy. She went and took a shower in the girls' dorm's bathroom. Then she brought in her make- up bag and shut herself up with a mirror. Thank God, she thought, that there's more than one mirror and privacy walls. About 7:00 Sam was finally out with all her make-up on, hair brushed, and hair slightly wet from the shower.
Checking the time, she saw she had 40 minutes to get breakfast and to class. She shrugged. This was making good time. It was obvious where to go for Herbology class. It was in the greenhouses outside the school.
"So," began Sandra, "what weird stuff did you guys do before coming to Hogwarts? I use magic to cheat on a test I was sure I would fail."
Liz said, "I went invisible while sneaking out." What she was sneaking out for was not said.
"I," answered Sam, "stuck a silencing charm on a preppy, mean girl and turned her eyes completely brown. More than once." Sirius's face lit up and he began to write the idea down for a prank. Sam, reading what he wrote, added, "Try making them hear themselves saying what the meant to say." Sirius could kiss her-well not really, but....
"I've flown her many feet in the rain or up a tree," said Lily. Lily loved the rain and to climb. But everyone understood flying was much more fun and fast.
"Wingardium Leviosa," muttered James to say which spell had done that.
"Or Mobilicorpus," added Remus. James nodded with a quick "true." Remus continued with, "One time I locked a door so good, my mum and her two friends had to break it together. One of her friends was a charm-breaker."
"I switched signs to point to a haunted house far up the street when my sister left us five years ago," Peter said softly.
"I used my mum's wand," said James and Sirius.
"We were going on a trip-"
"A I hiking I trip," interrupted Sirius.
"And me 'n' Sirius took are mum's wands and-"
Sirius cut him off again. "And took 'hem on the trip and turned-"
"Our mum's hair to gardener snakes," finished James.
"Eww!" yelled Sam. Unconsciously she ran a hand over her strait brown hair, as if it might turn to snakes any time soon.
As James and Sirius began describing the scene in detail and the spell used and Sam repeated eww over and over again, Lily checked her watch. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, we only have fifteen minutes left!"
"Relax, Lilz," drawled James, "it's easy to get to the greenhouses."
"Besides," added Sam, "you walk so fast it will take two minutes." Lily gave her a 'special' look of impatience and rolled her eyes. But she sat down.
Fifteen minutes later, they were in Herbology and the teacher entered. "Oh dear, oh dear, only two thirds of the class is here. Ah, first days again." The Gryffindors realized most of Hufflepuff was missing and they were stufying with them. The plump woman sighed. "Only my third time experiencing it. Anyway, welcome!" She seemed very bright and cheery. "I am Professor Sprout and I will be teaching you Herbology!" Professor Sprout was very enthusiastic. "Herbology is the study and treatment of magical plants! We will be planting them and studying them. Any questions?"
Class continued much the same and she assigned 6 inches on herb uses. While the girls and Remus and Peter used the free period for doing their homework, (Sam with big handwriting,) Sirius and James plotted against Slytherin. Finally, (to Sam and Lily,) lunch was over and charms began. The two friends listened carefully to Professor Flitwick.
"Charms can usually be preformed by all adults when just told the words and a little format. Some adults do them better, and some more complicated charms cannot be done by anyone. We will be studying wrist movements to a simple spell, Wingardium Leviosa. This makes objects float. As you get better at simple spells, harder ones will come easier. Charms are also used in Defense against the Dark Arts, Herbology, and in your seventh year, Potions. Now, the wrist movements are swish and flick. Swish and flick. Come on, do it with me." For the rest of the class, they practiced wrist movements and the reason for their need. When he reached Sam and Lily, he squealed. "Oh, perfect Miss Evans, Miss Zagen. 10 points to Gryffindor and see me after class!" The two grinned and James and Sirius groaned. Bloody Charm freaks. The Ravenclaws also glared, jealous.
The bell rang and Flitwick assigned 6 inches on why wrist movement was so important. Everyone left leaving the two girls and Flitwick in the room. He smiled at them. "I think you two girls are quite naturals at charms and I would like to know if you would like to take extra classes. There would be no homework," he added at Sam's face.
"Of course!" Their faces lit up.
"On Tuesdays and Thursdays your free periods are first and second, correct?" They nodded. "Perfect. See you there!"
The two girls grinned and left feeling pleased and happy. They chattered away the rest of the way to Gryffindor. They also got lost twice to be guided by a portrait and the Gray Lady. It was interesting she knew where Gryffindor Tower was.
That night they bragged, played games, and went dead asleep.
Disclaimer: All disclaimers apply
A/N: You know, people always say a diary is good for you, but I've never liked them. I look back on past days and I think, 'What in the world was I thinking to write that?' Some say talking is the right way to let out feelings, but the words never come out right for me. I have the whole thing planned then I try to say it and I can never get it out or I stutter. Even more others think that just thinking the thoughts are a good way to vent. Again, my thoughts turn and don't reflect the true me, the hyper me, the sad me, the happy me. Differently from most people, I burn my thoughts off in stories that show a happy ending to my troubles, or even how I wish my life was. There are still problems. Such as, plotting the story-line and not continuing it, only knowing fragment of the story or... several more things.
-There once was a girl with many friends...- stupid, unattractive, stupid, and cheesy.
-She had many problems...- stupid again, depressing.
-She watched her friends flourish in boyfriends, friends, being favorites to teachers, and making people laugh....- depressing again, too-happy-to-be- true-ending fits the story.
All in all, few made it past but they always reflect me. Loud, truthful arguments and guys falling in love at first sight of you. The bad endings never come and the good stay. Refreshing and depressing. The good side always wins.
This will always be and hardly ever fall in my stories. But some are still good and reflect the positives and some negatives. They show how people have problems, not always over-whelming, though sometimes, and no one is perfect, and someday you will meet a true friend or more than a friend.
--My thoughts to writing, by me, Alia Willingham.
This is a good story, I think. It thought my last thoughts turned out well and I hope some people agree, or even disagree but see the points to it. On with the story!
~*~
Monday, September 2nd
Dear Diary,
Today we went to our classes. Oh and on my schedule, I need to add Astronomy at 2 am on Friday. The boys were surprised to see my non-hyper...
Sam woke up from her alarm clock at 6:00 am drowsy and grumpy. She went and took a shower in the girls' dorm's bathroom. Then she brought in her make- up bag and shut herself up with a mirror. Thank God, she thought, that there's more than one mirror and privacy walls. About 7:00 Sam was finally out with all her make-up on, hair brushed, and hair slightly wet from the shower.
Checking the time, she saw she had 40 minutes to get breakfast and to class. She shrugged. This was making good time. It was obvious where to go for Herbology class. It was in the greenhouses outside the school.
"So," began Sandra, "what weird stuff did you guys do before coming to Hogwarts? I use magic to cheat on a test I was sure I would fail."
Liz said, "I went invisible while sneaking out." What she was sneaking out for was not said.
"I," answered Sam, "stuck a silencing charm on a preppy, mean girl and turned her eyes completely brown. More than once." Sirius's face lit up and he began to write the idea down for a prank. Sam, reading what he wrote, added, "Try making them hear themselves saying what the meant to say." Sirius could kiss her-well not really, but....
"I've flown her many feet in the rain or up a tree," said Lily. Lily loved the rain and to climb. But everyone understood flying was much more fun and fast.
"Wingardium Leviosa," muttered James to say which spell had done that.
"Or Mobilicorpus," added Remus. James nodded with a quick "true." Remus continued with, "One time I locked a door so good, my mum and her two friends had to break it together. One of her friends was a charm-breaker."
"I switched signs to point to a haunted house far up the street when my sister left us five years ago," Peter said softly.
"I used my mum's wand," said James and Sirius.
"We were going on a trip-"
"A I hiking I trip," interrupted Sirius.
"And me 'n' Sirius took are mum's wands and-"
Sirius cut him off again. "And took 'hem on the trip and turned-"
"Our mum's hair to gardener snakes," finished James.
"Eww!" yelled Sam. Unconsciously she ran a hand over her strait brown hair, as if it might turn to snakes any time soon.
As James and Sirius began describing the scene in detail and the spell used and Sam repeated eww over and over again, Lily checked her watch. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, we only have fifteen minutes left!"
"Relax, Lilz," drawled James, "it's easy to get to the greenhouses."
"Besides," added Sam, "you walk so fast it will take two minutes." Lily gave her a 'special' look of impatience and rolled her eyes. But she sat down.
Fifteen minutes later, they were in Herbology and the teacher entered. "Oh dear, oh dear, only two thirds of the class is here. Ah, first days again." The Gryffindors realized most of Hufflepuff was missing and they were stufying with them. The plump woman sighed. "Only my third time experiencing it. Anyway, welcome!" She seemed very bright and cheery. "I am Professor Sprout and I will be teaching you Herbology!" Professor Sprout was very enthusiastic. "Herbology is the study and treatment of magical plants! We will be planting them and studying them. Any questions?"
Class continued much the same and she assigned 6 inches on herb uses. While the girls and Remus and Peter used the free period for doing their homework, (Sam with big handwriting,) Sirius and James plotted against Slytherin. Finally, (to Sam and Lily,) lunch was over and charms began. The two friends listened carefully to Professor Flitwick.
"Charms can usually be preformed by all adults when just told the words and a little format. Some adults do them better, and some more complicated charms cannot be done by anyone. We will be studying wrist movements to a simple spell, Wingardium Leviosa. This makes objects float. As you get better at simple spells, harder ones will come easier. Charms are also used in Defense against the Dark Arts, Herbology, and in your seventh year, Potions. Now, the wrist movements are swish and flick. Swish and flick. Come on, do it with me." For the rest of the class, they practiced wrist movements and the reason for their need. When he reached Sam and Lily, he squealed. "Oh, perfect Miss Evans, Miss Zagen. 10 points to Gryffindor and see me after class!" The two grinned and James and Sirius groaned. Bloody Charm freaks. The Ravenclaws also glared, jealous.
The bell rang and Flitwick assigned 6 inches on why wrist movement was so important. Everyone left leaving the two girls and Flitwick in the room. He smiled at them. "I think you two girls are quite naturals at charms and I would like to know if you would like to take extra classes. There would be no homework," he added at Sam's face.
"Of course!" Their faces lit up.
"On Tuesdays and Thursdays your free periods are first and second, correct?" They nodded. "Perfect. See you there!"
The two girls grinned and left feeling pleased and happy. They chattered away the rest of the way to Gryffindor. They also got lost twice to be guided by a portrait and the Gray Lady. It was interesting she knew where Gryffindor Tower was.
That night they bragged, played games, and went dead asleep.