Wednesday at 6:20 am, In Bed I am going to kill whoever decided to set off exactly 12 fireworks at 5:00 in the morning. I can't get back to sleep. The fireworks are glowing bright pink and green and are swirling around the dorm. They look like one of Remus's creations, but he's over in his four-poster snoring away. James is sitting bolt right in his bed, grinning at me. Peter is dead asleep; I swear that boy could sleep through 7896 Hippogriffs plus one Hungarian Horntail trampling through the dorm. James has finally cracked and vanished them.

Wednesday at 8:01 am, Breakfast Hour I've started to think that those Fireworks may well be comeback from the girls. It wasn't the best they could do, but hey, it worked! I really wish we didn't have classes today. I'm so bloody tired I think I'm about this close to my head falling into my porridge bowl and getting stuck.

Wednesday at 10:43 am, at Herbology Us Marauders have decided to keep it low today. We have enough detentions as it is. Anyway, the morning classes are cancelled tomorrow. James has a Quidditch match against the Slytherins. This should be a nice friendly, cooperative game, seeing as the Slytherins are out of the running for the Cup if they don't win. Yeah, if this games cooperative, then I'm the Queen of England.

Wednesday at 9:00 pm, in Detention Today on the Detention Channel we are replacing all the floating candles in the Great Hall. Without magic, except for floating them up there. What we do is send the candles down, place them all on the House tables, and sort through them. If they have been burnt out, or the wick is gone, we replace them. Then we have to send them back up to the ceiling to float around. This is a painstakingly long process, seeing as there are thousands of candles up there.

Wednesday at 10:36 pm in Common Room Once we were half-finished in the Great Hall, Professor McGonagall let us go to bed. She said the rest was for tomorrow night. Oh joy, another night of replacing candles. Whooo-hoo! James said if we ever wanted to actually use the Marauder's Map, we need to work on it. So, we spent half and hour smoothing out bugs that we've found. One bug was that when you 'turned it on' so to speak, all it would do was insult you. It called me a berk with the blank mange. How nice.

Wednesday at 10:40 pm In Dorm No more writing for me today! I've worked on Professor Michael's shrinking potion essay that was a pain in the arse. It had to be 2 feet in length and you're writing had to be miniscule. I honestly don't know how the man reads them. I can't even read mine! I'm going to my soft warm bed now. Good Night!