Hi people! This is my first story, I'd like to thank Happynutcase for helping me get it up, and get my account running! Thanks! I know Peter is one of the Marauders, but I hate him, so…HE'S NOT IN THIS! Mwuahaha! Lol. I know that's immature but…ugh, if I wrote him I would get all bitter and you don't want a bitter author eh? Lol. And the sign means a new entry, for all you slow people out there. Lol, JJ.

July 18, 19742:00 PM

In the car on the way to Diagon Alley

Well, I must be REALLY bored. After all, I actually pulled out this diary Mum gave me. She says that I'm under to much stress, so I should write in this. Having a mom who's a psychologist totally suck sometimes. Okay, mom, here is my first entry:

I. HATE. MY. LIFE.

Yes, I know, very cliché and all that crap, but still so true. I mean, what was wrong with your old job in New York Dad? Why did you have to get another one in London? London is far away. They're all "It's not that far away Michelle". Yeah, well it's far enough to the point where any chance of seeing my friends is like, nil.

I was happy at Willowwood too; it was a small school with a nice name. Now I'm going to some big school called Hogwarts. Hogwarts? Geez…and they have a DRESS CODE! Plain black robes, plain black hat, black cloak…black black black, plain plain plain…Ach! I swear, I shrieked so loud when I read that my parents came running into my room thinking I was dying or something, and Skitters, my cat almost jumped out the window.

Yeah, so now we're on our way to some place called Diagon Alley to pick up all the supplies we need. At Willowwood, they provided the materials for us, and I have to get a new wardrobe of course. I swear I will never forgive them for this. Almost nothing is worse that being on a car trip to a different country—not to mention a different CONTINENT—with only my twin sister Melissa, my paranoid cat Skitters, and my parents, who insist on doing everything the muggle way.  Except being on a car trip to a different country with only my twin sister Melissa, my paranoid cat Skitters, and my parents, who insist on doing everything the muggle way because we are MOVING THERE!

What a great life…

Later the same day,

On a trashcan in an alley

Well. This is juuuust great. We can't get to Diagon Alley. I'm sitting on a trashcan writing this, and toe is throbbing. There are probably dead people in this trashcan—it smells bad enough—so I'm not lifting the top. Melissa says I'm a necromaniac. I'm not; I'm just a little bit paranoid after watching almost every horror movie ever made in the entire history of horror movies.

Mom and Dad were all, "Do you need help getting through girls?" But noooo, I had to insist we go on our own, saying I'm sure it's in the letter how to get through. Yeah, sure, in the letter. I would be goin all South Park right now, but I don't want to swear in this, incase Melissa finds it, because she hates swearing, and she'll probably hex me with some weird spell so I can't swear ever again.

We came into this little pub in London, and the bartender directed us out back into the alley. When we saw there was just a brick wall, we turned around to go back inside, but apparently, the door doesn't open from the outside! We've been out here for like, fifteen minutes, and I got so frustrated I kicked the wall, which did nothing but practically break my big toe.

Melissa is getting aggravated too, but she was smart enough not to kick the wall. She usually is smarter than me; maybe it has to do with the fact that she's three minutes older than me, something she just loves to point out all the time.

Oh, the doors opening, maybe someone can help us out of this friggin alley!

Still later that day,

On the train to Hogwarts

Well. She helped us. It was really weird too, she tapped the bricks with her wand and this huge hole appeared in the middle! I mean, hello people, ever heard of a friggin door? So anyways, we walked through the hole, and we were in this huge market place thing, with all these people milling about, which really freaked out Skitters. Skitters is really jumpy all the time, and doesn't let anybody but pet him but me. At all. Ever. It's actually really funny to see him skid around on the kitchen floor when ever the doorbell rings.

Anyways, the girl apparently didn't realize we had followed her, as she didn't say anything. I dunno how she missed us; two identical grumpy Asian girls sitting on smelly trashcans, one scribbling in a book and the other one talking to a wall. Unless that's the normal way of hanging out in London. God, I hope not.

Anyways, shopping for school supplies was, um, interesting. The first few shops went okay, we got our cauldrons at one shop, and our books at another, called Flourish and Blotts. Then we to the Apothecary, where we all our slimy, powdered, and over all dead creepy items. I was so freaked out at seeing all those body parts of dead animals, I ran out of the shop as fast as I could when I was done.

Unfortunately, someone had been running into the Apothecary, and we slammed right into each other. All of the stuff I had been carrying flew everywhere, and the person I had collided with's stuff did the same. I landed on my butt, and after sitting there blinking for a few moments, I came to my senses and started picking up the stuff, as did the boy I had slammed into. He was sorta cute, he had long black hair and hazel eyes. Thankfully, he didn't notice this scope-fest.

Anyways, I was really embarrassed, and apologizing like crazy, but he was all, "I'm fine, don't worry about it" and stuff. All calm and stuff, that is so cool. I haven't met many people like that.

Anyways, then I here this snickering, and I look up to see two more guys standing over us, laughing their heads off. One of them had messy black hair and glasses, and the other one had sandy colored hair and brown eyes. They were cute too. Melissa—who by the way, didn't get knocked down or humiliated, as she was still inside, paying for her dead animal parts—says I'm too much of a flirt. I'm not! Am I?

Whatever, so that was the highlight of my day. Well, no, since a highlight is usually a good event, and this…um, wasn't. I didn't even get his name! Ugh! And he was cute too!

So yeah, now I on the train, which we had a really hard time finding! You had to walk through a wall. Usually, I'm walking into walls—or kicking them—not through them! What is with these people and doors? Are they like, doorphobic or something? Hmmm…I'm gonna have to find out if there really is a fear of doors…

The train hasn't pulled out of the station yet, and there are all these people outside telling their parents goodbye. Our parent's just had to get to the house by tomorrow, so they could unpack. Riiight…I wonder if they apparate once we leave…

I'm gonna put this away now, Melissa is looking sort of annoyed that I'm not listening to what she's saying. I am! I just, don't know what she's saying…

STILL later that day,

STILL on the train to Hogwarts

I found out his name. The guy I ran into outside the Apothecary that is. It's Sirius Black. Nice name, not boring, like mine, Michelle Ling. I think my parents were on crack or something when they named me. But they gave Melissa a nice name, a pretty name. I get Michelle, like the girl off of Full House. Life is soooo unfair.

Anyways, back to how I found out this guy's name. See, Mel and I were just sitting there, minding our own business, me on the floor a few seats back, looking for my Rememberall, which had rolled out of my hands, and Mel…well I dunno what Mel was doing since I was on the floor, duh. Anyways, the door opened, and in came in the three guys from the Apothecary.

The guy in front—the one I had crashed into—spotted Mel and walked over to her. I heard him say, "Hey, I recognize you. You're that girl from the Apothecary!" Mel of course, had no idea what they were talking about, and shook her head. He insisted it was her again, and when she denied it, they looked a bit confused, so I stood up and said, "Um, no, that was me, I'm the uh, clumsy one."

He turned to me, then back at Melissa, and back at me, and blinked. "Hey! Twins! Awesome!" he said, laughing. I laughed too, I'm not really sure why. Maybe I was just happy he was talking to me! Maybe Mel's right, I am a flirt. I have a different crush almost every week! I have never liked someone long enough to ask him out. No, actually, once I liked a guy when a dance was going on and asked him. I am a very strong believer in feminism, and I don't think that there is anything wrong with asking out a guy.

So, anyways, I came out from behind my little hiding place and introduced myself. I guess the guys had come into our compartment to find a seat, as they all sat down in the seats around Melissa's and mine. They introduced themselves, which was how I found out his name—duh—and the names of the other two, the black haired one was James Potter, and the sandy haired one was Remus Lupin. Remus didn't talk as much as the other two. I don't know how it's possible to not talk all the time.

Anyways, we talked for a while, until the food cart came. Me, being the sweet addict that I am, bought…um a lot. Okay, the whole thing, but I had four other people to share it with, and I was loaded! I noticed the others didn't get anything, but decided to steal my stuff instead. One of them tried to take one of my Licorice Wands, which I LOVE, and I slapped their hand away.

Sirius pulled his hand away, mock-hurt, and raised an eyebrow, "Protective aren't you?"

I just looked at him and said, "Don't mess with my licorice." And laughed. The boys did too. They're very outgoing and friendly, I like that. Shy people scare me. I know that's sorta weird, but true. When someone is endlessly withdrawn and quiet I think their plotting against me. Maybe I'm paranoid. I have so many disorders it's hard to count them all.

Then Mel got the just GREAT idea to play dare with the Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans, where one person picked a bean at random and had to eat it. James decided to spice it up a bit by putting an empty Butterbeer bottle in the middle, so when you picked the bean, you spun the bottle, and whoever it landed on had to eat the bean you picked.

Melissa went first, and pulled out a grass one and spun the bottle. It landed on Remus. Reluctantly, he took the bean and popped it in his mouth, grimacing. When we were all done Ewwing (and Remus was all done gagging), it was Sirius's turn. He pulled out a sardine one. He spun the bottle, and it landed on…me. Now I hate fish, I hate poultry, and I hate meat. I'm a vegetarian, for both animal rights and the revolting taste. I tried to tell them this, saying it was a violation of my vegetarianism, but they were sooo not buying it. Sirius passed me the bean, and I grudgingly popped it into my mouth.

IT WAS DISGUSTING! I almost choked on it, the taste was so bad.

"Heak, cack, chuak!" Was a bit like how I was sounding. It must have scared the living daylights out of Skitters; his tail got all big and he hissed. Finally, I swallowed it. Looking around I said, "Sorry, just…ya know, coughin up a hairball."

Mel reached over then and smacked me—hard—on the back.

"Owww, god Mel ya moron!" I complained glaring at her. It wasn't one of my death stares though, like the one I used on this guy who pinched my butt on the subway, and then called me a lesbo when I kicked him in the nuts. I don't get mad a lot, but when I do, someone is going DOWN. Plus, he was sexually harassing me, AND insulting gay people. I happen to know a few gay/lesbian people, and they are no different from the rest of us!

Anyways, after I was finished coughing up a lung, I glowered at Sirius. "You're gonna pay for that. You're gonna be doomed forever. Doom to you!" He looked at me really weird, so I started going "Doomdoomdoomdoomdoomdoomdoomdoomdoomdoomdoom!" to him, and they all inched away slowly. I finally ran out breath, and paused for a minute then, "DOOM TO YOU!" They all stared at me, then busted out laughing. I was satisfied with being the clown for the moment, and we returned to the game. Every once in a while I would mutter 'doom' under my breath, just to freak them out. I've got to think of a way to get back at him for that…

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