September 3
I've come to the sad conclusion that I will begin a diary. But I'm not going to call it a diary because that sounds too girly and I've always been more of a tomboy than anything. But I have so much to chronicle, seeing as I'm starting my seventh (and final!) year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As much as I complain about classes, early mornings and homework now, I know I will miss it when it's gone.
One of my main concerns right now is the romance that seemed to appear over the summer between my best friend, Lily Evans, and her arch nemesis, James Potter. The past six years have been a constant battle and struggle between the two. I've never really cared one way or another for James and his group of friends. James himself is entirely too narcissistic to ever comprehend being our friend. Sirius Black is about as odd as they come, with the shadow of dark wizards clouding his past. I would never expect Sirius to be involved in the dark arts in any way, but he's still weird. Little Peter Pettigrew is the others' friend by geographical convenience. Poor little guy tags after them because no one else will have him and I think it makes him feel like a big man. Remus Lupin seems to be the most ordinary of them all; he's kind, gentle, soft-spoken and just a generally all-around good person. Cute, too, but that's a whole other story.
When Lily informed me her first day back that she and James had hooked up in Diagon Alley two weeks prior to the first day back, I didn't think much of it. She was practically glowing with the news and—silly me—I thought she was just happy that she and James had ended the six year feud they had going on. That lasted until James swooped her up on the King's Cross platform and kissed her right on the lips. Four pairs of jaws scraped the ground; I assumed neither Sirius, Peter nor Remus knew about the relationship, either.
And so I've been introduced to James' group and they were introduced to me and we've been hanging around like actual friends for the past three days. It's been kind of nice, but it will take some getting used to.
I'm going to go now. Lily's demanding my full attention and being the ditzy brunette that I am, I can't write and talk at the same time without disastrous consequences.
Your doting friend,
Abby
I've come to the sad conclusion that I will begin a diary. But I'm not going to call it a diary because that sounds too girly and I've always been more of a tomboy than anything. But I have so much to chronicle, seeing as I'm starting my seventh (and final!) year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As much as I complain about classes, early mornings and homework now, I know I will miss it when it's gone.
One of my main concerns right now is the romance that seemed to appear over the summer between my best friend, Lily Evans, and her arch nemesis, James Potter. The past six years have been a constant battle and struggle between the two. I've never really cared one way or another for James and his group of friends. James himself is entirely too narcissistic to ever comprehend being our friend. Sirius Black is about as odd as they come, with the shadow of dark wizards clouding his past. I would never expect Sirius to be involved in the dark arts in any way, but he's still weird. Little Peter Pettigrew is the others' friend by geographical convenience. Poor little guy tags after them because no one else will have him and I think it makes him feel like a big man. Remus Lupin seems to be the most ordinary of them all; he's kind, gentle, soft-spoken and just a generally all-around good person. Cute, too, but that's a whole other story.
When Lily informed me her first day back that she and James had hooked up in Diagon Alley two weeks prior to the first day back, I didn't think much of it. She was practically glowing with the news and—silly me—I thought she was just happy that she and James had ended the six year feud they had going on. That lasted until James swooped her up on the King's Cross platform and kissed her right on the lips. Four pairs of jaws scraped the ground; I assumed neither Sirius, Peter nor Remus knew about the relationship, either.
And so I've been introduced to James' group and they were introduced to me and we've been hanging around like actual friends for the past three days. It's been kind of nice, but it will take some getting used to.
I'm going to go now. Lily's demanding my full attention and being the ditzy brunette that I am, I can't write and talk at the same time without disastrous consequences.
Your doting friend,
Abby