Diary Interlude: Lily
Sometimes I'm quite sure that fate's against me. I mean, as if things weren't busy enough with school and Head Girl duties already this year, now McGonagall's announced that there's going to be a Halloween ball. And of course, we all know what this means—
James Potter is going to harass me nonstop until I agree to go with him.
Which, of course, I'm not going to do, which means it's just going to be yet another annoying disaster in manner of last year's New Year's Ball, the previous year's Yuletide Masquerade, and assorted Hogsmeade weekends since fourth year.
Why won't it just go through his thick skull that I'm never, ever going to be interested in him? I can't stand the prat, and he just doesn't get it.
I think he's going to drive me mad someday.
And now he has this ball to aid him in it.
Just lovely.
