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29, September, 12: 37, Great Hall,
You know sometimes I think the sorting hat is so full of shit. I mean I'm not exactly the bravest person I know. In fact I spent the whole of last period trying not to think about how it felt to have Sirius' lips on mine (almost impossible because he was sitting right next to me and practically breathing down my neck).
A real Gryffindor would have...I dunno...beat why he had kissed me if he wasn't going to do anything else out of him.
Things I'm scared of:
1) Rejection
2) Loosing Lily as a friend
3) Cockroaches
4) Heights
5) Water I can't see the bottom of (aka Jaws)
6) Horror movies (god am I lame)
7) Neo-Natzis
8) Death
9) Being possessed
29, September, 12: 46, Great Hall,
I don't know why I care so much, it wasn't my first kiss of anything. And I'm not in love with Sirius or anything. Or am I? Oh god, I don't even fucking know anymore! On one hand I don't even know if I believe in all that "true love" shit but on the other hand I don't react this way to anyone else.
When did life get so complicated?
30, September, 2: 25, Charms,
I told Lily what happened with Sirius and me last night. "So you're just going to pretend it didn't happen then?" She whispered as we huddled together in her bed with the curtains drawn.
I shrugged. "What else can I do Lil?"
"Well lots of things." She protested.
"Like what Lil?" I asked sarcastically.
"Kick him in the shins, confront him, drag him into a closet and see if it's as good the second go around, hire some thugs to kill him." She ticked off on her fingers. "See that's four whole options so don't give me any of this no options bullshit."
I rolled my eyes. "Those aren't even options to anyone but you Lily." I told her.
"What do you mean, those are all perfectly sane and legal. You know except possibly the last one." She said. "And I doubt you'd even do that, what with how enamored with him you are."
"Well at least I have you to share my singleness with right?" I sighed, trying to change the subject a little bit. She coughed and looked almost guiltily. I gasped. "Tell me what happened!" I demanded.
"It's none of your business." She said, noes in the air.
I beaned her with a pillow and wrestled with her for a few moments. "Tell me you little shit." I repeated with more vehemence. "Or I'll tell them all the truth about you Lennon." I said the first thing that came to my head, a line from that old Beatles' movie A Hard Day's Night.
"You wouldn't." She played back, recognizing it from all those sleepovers.
"Ah but I would." I warned.
"Okay, okay." She pretended to give up but I could tell she was bursting to tell me.
Her story explained a lot. She said that after dinner on the night I fell off James' broom (tragically) she had been feeling pretty tired so she decided to let the boys handle the moving food into the hospital wing for me operation. A reasonable decision, after all they are like the Jedi Masters of rule breaking.
But to her surprise Sirius, probably taking some secret male cue from James we speculated, offered to fly this mission solo (I had noticed that they were missing that night) and so she and James left alone. Well they got back to the common room and it was mostly empty (most people were still a dinner) and for lack of anything better to do Lily put the old lip-lock on him.
"I just looked at him and lost my bloody mind." She sighed.
"And?" I prompted, knowing there was more.
"And well...we're sort of seeing each other." She mumbled.
"Sort of?" I pressed.
"We're seeing each other." She said stoutly.
All I can say in James Potter owes me a lifetime of fucking tutoring.
October
1, October, 2: 31, Charms,
Oh holy shit.
It has just occurred to me that I'm the only one of my friends who's single! I'm an old maid and I'm not even eighteen yet! I'm going to be that old lady with a billion cats who sits out on her porch with a shotgun under her shawl to make sure the neighborhood kids don't cut across her perfectly manicured lawn!
I think I'm going to hyperventilate!
2, October, 12: 49, Great Hall,
I'm going fucking nutters and there isn't anything I can do about it.
Things that are wrong with my life:
1) All my friends have significant others and I have a crush who keeps sending impossibly mixed signals
2) My cousin and my ex-friend might be plotting my demise
3) My parents spend so little time with me they don't even know which sex I prefer
4) To keep the trust of one of my friends I have to not tell something to another
5) The only kiss I've ever enjoyed was given to me by someone who apparently doesn't remember it
2, October, 12: 36, Great Hall
I asked James this morning over toast if he though the Mafia had evolved enough to allow girls to becomes Dons (or possibly Donesses). He said that somehow he didn't think so. "Why not?" I pressed.
"Why the fuck are you asking him?" Lily asked me. "You're the one who's always reading those weird pulp fictions about the Mafia." She said mooching some bacon off of James' plate.
I've noticed that she's stopped stealing my food since they've started going out. Probably because it gives them an excuse to act like they're fighting and subtly touch each other without seeming like a mushy couple.
"They aren't weird. They're useful." I protested.
"How are they useful?" She asked, rolling her eyes.
"They just are." I said lamely.
Life Lessons I've learned from Mafia Pulp Fiction:
1) Never telling the cops anything is always a good policy
2) All sorts of useful Italian idioms (for example: when you say you have a "stone in your shoe" you really have to kill someone, when you meet a "man with a belly" you really meet a badass old school Sicilian and if you have a "bloody mouth" you're really a sicko sociopath)
3) Never date a woman with more then one cat
4) You can kill anyone
2, October, 4: 57, Library,
I showed Lily my list but she didn't seem to impressed. In fact she began muttering things under her breath about 'highly delusional.' Oh please, like I'm the delusional one! I'm just surprised she hasn't been reduced to signing all her papers Mrs. James Robert Potter.
It's funny the way she and James act around each other. They aren't sickeningly sweet (in fact sometimes they seem down right hostile to each other) and she doesn't talk about him non stop when he isn't around but as her best friend I can see right through her little facade (just like Superman with X-ray vision and all).
I'm not even really sure what gives them away. Maybe it's the way they lean in when they argue, the way they always hold hands under the table at meals, how they both casually ask me what they other has been saying about their relationship. Or maybe I'm wrong but I for one will be shocked if they don't wind up bloody married.
The only news on the love life of yours truly is that there is no news. Of course.
3, October, 3: 41, Arithmancy,
Sirius, James, Lily, Peter Petigrew (this pudgey little boy who is always following James and Sirius around), Remus, Chris, Kevin and myself decided today at lunch to take an private and unscheduled trip to Hogsmead tomorrow. So James and Sirius are probably scrambling around right now trying to figure out how to get eight people into Hogsmead without loosing their flair for style (I am so looking forward to seeing what exactly they pull).
How we all decided to go went a little like this: James wanted to take Lily to the wizarding arcade there and I said that I had never been so Remus said that he would take me sometime if I wanted. Which prompted Lily to say that we could come with them if we wanted, and Chris too (who naturally wanted to bring Kevin). Then Sirius said he needed to visit Zonko's and then Remus invited Peter too because he was looked so abandoned.
It's funny how things snowball like that.
4, October, 9: 41, Great Hall,
I woke up shockingly early this morning, close to eight o'clock actually. I'm not sure why I awoke so early but having nothing better to do I came down here to have an early breakfast and maybe walk about the grounds for a bit. To my surprise there were people already seated at the Gryffindor table and then I realized that surprise or surprises I knew someone.
Sirius was hunched over a heaping plate of bacon, eggs and pancakes but he was only really picking at his food, an almost troubled expression on his face. "Breakfast of champions?" I remarked snippily, sitting down across from him.
"Breakfast of troublemakers." He corrected me with a smile.
"Couldn't sleep?" I asked helping myself to some of the scrambled eggs.
He shrugged. "I never can on rainy mornings like this." He explained.
"That's weird." I said digging into my eggs. For some reason, and even now I don't really have any idea why, that didn't sound like the whole truth at all but I decided not to press it.
3, October, 8: 59, Dormitory,
All right, James and Sirius are cleverer then I had previously imagined. Or at least they have more resources. To get the jolly eight of us out of the building they split us up into two teams: Team James and Team Sirius. Team Sirius consisted of Sirius (duh), Kevin, Chris and me and Team James consisted of everyone else. I thought it was a little strange that Remus and I weren't on the same team, since after all he was the one who invited me, but I think I understand now.
It was actually a lot like a field trip. Except without the head checks, single file lines or screaming teachers....hmmm...maybe it wasn't a lot like a field trip. Anyway, after lunch Sirius took our team down to this little corridor that was just a little out of the way of regular traffic and stopped us right in front of this huge mirror hanging on the wall.
"All right. So all you have to do is touch your want to the mirror and say ' Otrever'." Sirius explained as we all bunched up around it. "Everyone got it?"
It was a funny thing going through that mirror. One moment you were standing on one side and the next on the other. It was actually quite the anticlimax. Chris and Kevin had all ready lit their wands when I showed up but I lit mine too anyway.
"You ever been this way before Em?" Chris asked pointing the feeble beam of his wand down the seemingly endless corridor.
I shook my head. "Before we went down this statue of a witch." I explained.
"That's the way James and the others are going." Sirius said, he had come through the mirror just in time to hear what I was saying. "James and I thought it might be too suspicious of all eight of us were standing around in the corridor for no apparent reason. Thus the groups."
We tried to play I spy as we walked before we realized that the only things around were cobwebs, stones and ourselves. But we weren't to lack for entertainment because Sirius and Kevin got into a heated argument over two Quiddich players and Chris tried to explain how different hair cuts went with different face shapes.
When we met up with Team James at The Three Broomsticks it was almost one o'clock and after a round of butterbeers we splintered again promising to re-congregate at five. Lily, James, Kevin and Chris wanted to explore in couples for a little while but promised to meet Remus, Peter and me at the arcade soon enough. Peter had at first looked like he was going to try to angle to hook up with Sirius for the day but he slipped off to do god only knows what.
The Humbletoe's Arcade was almost exactly like a muggle arcade with one significant difference: the games were a little more interactive. Things flew at you from the screens or while your hands were on the controls you seemed to be in the world. They even had set up a Dance Dance Revolution pad (mostly a muggle novelty that no one really knew how to work), which coincidentally is the one game I'm actually good at so I had a great time trying to teach Remus and poor bumbling Peter how to play the thing.
"Wait till Lily gets here." I told them. "We're about evenly matched so it makes the two player really fun." What I failed to mention is that Lily and I are only really good at DDR because it was practically the only thing we did the summer after third year.
"You ready to go again?" Remus asked.
"Nah. I've got to go get something to drink. I'm sweating like a pig." I said shaking my head to get some air under my hair. "But you guys keep practicing, I'll be right."
I ducked out of the arcade and made for the Three Broomsticks. Inside Sirius Black was sitting by himself and reading a book of all things, I nearly fainted in surprise. For some reason I could never before picture Sirius doing something so....domestic. I got a water from Madame Rosemerta and went to talk to him.
He looked up when I took the seat across from him and smiled. "Hey." He said.
"What are you doing in here?" I asked bluntly.
"Reading." He said simply holding up the book so I could see. He was reading The Godfather. "You're right about the important lessons." I blinked, nonplused, was he reading this because I mentioned I liked it at breakfast a few days ago?
"I'll let you borrow another by the same author when you're done." I said. "But really, why aren't you outside, it's a gorgeous day."
He shrugged. "I've sort of seen the whole village four times over."
"Then why don't you go back to school?" I asked.
He laughed. "Because you, Kevin and Chris could never get back without me." He pointed out. That was true, I wasn't even really sure how to find the opening back to the tunnel much less get back through the mirror.
"Then would you like to come back to the arcade with me? I'll teach you how to play Dance Dance Revolution, it's loads of fun I swear." I promised.
He shook his head. "Nah, I don't want to intrude on your date with Remus."
I snorted. "You think Remus and I are on a date?" I asked.
"Well...yeah." He looked confused. "Aren't you?
I laughed outright. "Remus and I are just friends, now stop being an idiot and come on." I demanded. Maybe it was just my imagination but Sirius looked almost relieved. And that would explain why he was acting so strangely and why he and James had split us up for the trip over here.
But if he wanted to date then why hadn't he said anything after we'd kissed? That would have been a highly optimal time right? Oh god that boy is driving me up the fucking wall!
Sirius picked up on DDR quickly when we got back to the arcade, which didn't necessarily surprise me because he had danced so well at the club we went to. But I could see why Sirius had been avoiding spending the day with Peter because the chubby boy seemed to really hang on Sirius' every word and that got a little annoying. Actually make that it was so annoying I wanted to break his jaw so he would stop agreeing with everything Sirius said.
It was funny. He acted completely normal the whole afternoon after that but on the way back the two of us walked behind Chris and Kevin and in the semi darkness of the tunnel I felt his hand slip over mine. It sort of freaked me out actually because I wasn't exactly expecting something to grab my hand out of the dark but a hand is shaped very uniquely and I figured it out before I screamed.
I'm not exactly what exactly Sirius meant by grabbing my hand but it was certainly a curious thing to do.
4, October, 11: 24, Dormitory,
Lily said that she'd ask James to find out what Sirius mean by kissing me and holding my hand if I wanted but I said no. James is a great guy and a good friend but tact isn't exactly his thing. Besides, it seemed sort of third year to go through our best friends.
Of course it's also sort of third year not to just ask Sirius myself but that's out of the question. When you have bad luck as intense as yours truely's you learn to avoid public humiliation at all costs when you can.
Five Best Things About Being a Woman:
1) The ambiguous "woman problem" excuse
2) People don't accuse us of being "gay" if we think about our appearance
3) We don't have to deal with all that alpha male jock bullshit
4) We aren't responsible for starting the relationship, just maintaining it
5) Physical abuse is not generally accepted as the best way to resolve any problem
Five Worst things About Being a Woma n:
1) Child birth and "woman problems"
2) We are held to impossible standards of beauty
3) No one ever trusts your strength or intellect
4) We are supposed to sit around and let the guy come to us
5) Back-stabbing is very common
Fucking Catch-22 life is, let me tell you.
6, October, 11: 24, Transfiguration,
We've moved out of the section of the book that had water on it so Sirius and I moved are desks apart today. It's not all bad I suppose. I don't have to deal with him breathing down my neck all day and I can write in you now this period... but who am I kidding? I love having him breath down my neck and I can write in you whenever I want (no offense).
Moving on to another, if not more cheerful subject, I can expect full on mayhem in Herbology today. Since yesterday Slytherin beat Ravenclaw at Quidditch the new forecast for players in the House Cup are Gryffindor and Slytherin. Copious amounts of blood are anticipated in the final game and probably in Herbology too because we are replanting Zertiprits, a plant with when exposed to the pressure of say a fist closing around it become the organic equivalent of a moltov cocktail.
All I can say is that I will not be working at the same table as Mr. James Potter. I do not plan to let a slight pyromania be the death of me.
6, October, 2: 41, Charms,
Well James gave as good as he got and actually survived to tell the tale too, though I think he fire proofed his robes which is probably cheating. In fact generally the most that happened to most people is singed robes, only Elanor Dunsen, a rat-faced Slytherin chaser, got it really bad. Quick thinking by Madame Sprout saved her from permanent scaring but I think it will be a while before her hair returns in full.
Yours Truly was only hit once, by a sneaky little worm of a Slytherin, AKA Lucius Malfoy, ended up catching my pant legs on fire so badly I had to stop drop and roll. But I got him back and I doubt he will ever be able to wear that robe ever again.
That'll teach the little fuckwit to mess with me.
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29, September, 12: 37, Great Hall,
You know sometimes I think the sorting hat is so full of shit. I mean I'm not exactly the bravest person I know. In fact I spent the whole of last period trying not to think about how it felt to have Sirius' lips on mine (almost impossible because he was sitting right next to me and practically breathing down my neck).
A real Gryffindor would have...I dunno...beat why he had kissed me if he wasn't going to do anything else out of him.
Things I'm scared of:
1) Rejection
2) Loosing Lily as a friend
3) Cockroaches
4) Heights
5) Water I can't see the bottom of (aka Jaws)
6) Horror movies (god am I lame)
7) Neo-Natzis
8) Death
9) Being possessed
29, September, 12: 46, Great Hall,
I don't know why I care so much, it wasn't my first kiss of anything. And I'm not in love with Sirius or anything. Or am I? Oh god, I don't even fucking know anymore! On one hand I don't even know if I believe in all that "true love" shit but on the other hand I don't react this way to anyone else.
When did life get so complicated?
30, September, 2: 25, Charms,
I told Lily what happened with Sirius and me last night. "So you're just going to pretend it didn't happen then?" She whispered as we huddled together in her bed with the curtains drawn.
I shrugged. "What else can I do Lil?"
"Well lots of things." She protested.
"Like what Lil?" I asked sarcastically.
"Kick him in the shins, confront him, drag him into a closet and see if it's as good the second go around, hire some thugs to kill him." She ticked off on her fingers. "See that's four whole options so don't give me any of this no options bullshit."
I rolled my eyes. "Those aren't even options to anyone but you Lily." I told her.
"What do you mean, those are all perfectly sane and legal. You know except possibly the last one." She said. "And I doubt you'd even do that, what with how enamored with him you are."
"Well at least I have you to share my singleness with right?" I sighed, trying to change the subject a little bit. She coughed and looked almost guiltily. I gasped. "Tell me what happened!" I demanded.
"It's none of your business." She said, noes in the air.
I beaned her with a pillow and wrestled with her for a few moments. "Tell me you little shit." I repeated with more vehemence. "Or I'll tell them all the truth about you Lennon." I said the first thing that came to my head, a line from that old Beatles' movie A Hard Day's Night.
"You wouldn't." She played back, recognizing it from all those sleepovers.
"Ah but I would." I warned.
"Okay, okay." She pretended to give up but I could tell she was bursting to tell me.
Her story explained a lot. She said that after dinner on the night I fell off James' broom (tragically) she had been feeling pretty tired so she decided to let the boys handle the moving food into the hospital wing for me operation. A reasonable decision, after all they are like the Jedi Masters of rule breaking.
But to her surprise Sirius, probably taking some secret male cue from James we speculated, offered to fly this mission solo (I had noticed that they were missing that night) and so she and James left alone. Well they got back to the common room and it was mostly empty (most people were still a dinner) and for lack of anything better to do Lily put the old lip-lock on him.
"I just looked at him and lost my bloody mind." She sighed.
"And?" I prompted, knowing there was more.
"And well...we're sort of seeing each other." She mumbled.
"Sort of?" I pressed.
"We're seeing each other." She said stoutly.
All I can say in James Potter owes me a lifetime of fucking tutoring.
October
1, October, 2: 31, Charms,
Oh holy shit.
It has just occurred to me that I'm the only one of my friends who's single! I'm an old maid and I'm not even eighteen yet! I'm going to be that old lady with a billion cats who sits out on her porch with a shotgun under her shawl to make sure the neighborhood kids don't cut across her perfectly manicured lawn!
I think I'm going to hyperventilate!
2, October, 12: 49, Great Hall,
I'm going fucking nutters and there isn't anything I can do about it.
Things that are wrong with my life:
1) All my friends have significant others and I have a crush who keeps sending impossibly mixed signals
2) My cousin and my ex-friend might be plotting my demise
3) My parents spend so little time with me they don't even know which sex I prefer
4) To keep the trust of one of my friends I have to not tell something to another
5) The only kiss I've ever enjoyed was given to me by someone who apparently doesn't remember it
2, October, 12: 36, Great Hall
I asked James this morning over toast if he though the Mafia had evolved enough to allow girls to becomes Dons (or possibly Donesses). He said that somehow he didn't think so. "Why not?" I pressed.
"Why the fuck are you asking him?" Lily asked me. "You're the one who's always reading those weird pulp fictions about the Mafia." She said mooching some bacon off of James' plate.
I've noticed that she's stopped stealing my food since they've started going out. Probably because it gives them an excuse to act like they're fighting and subtly touch each other without seeming like a mushy couple.
"They aren't weird. They're useful." I protested.
"How are they useful?" She asked, rolling her eyes.
"They just are." I said lamely.
Life Lessons I've learned from Mafia Pulp Fiction:
1) Never telling the cops anything is always a good policy
2) All sorts of useful Italian idioms (for example: when you say you have a "stone in your shoe" you really have to kill someone, when you meet a "man with a belly" you really meet a badass old school Sicilian and if you have a "bloody mouth" you're really a sicko sociopath)
3) Never date a woman with more then one cat
4) You can kill anyone
2, October, 4: 57, Library,
I showed Lily my list but she didn't seem to impressed. In fact she began muttering things under her breath about 'highly delusional.' Oh please, like I'm the delusional one! I'm just surprised she hasn't been reduced to signing all her papers Mrs. James Robert Potter.
It's funny the way she and James act around each other. They aren't sickeningly sweet (in fact sometimes they seem down right hostile to each other) and she doesn't talk about him non stop when he isn't around but as her best friend I can see right through her little facade (just like Superman with X-ray vision and all).
I'm not even really sure what gives them away. Maybe it's the way they lean in when they argue, the way they always hold hands under the table at meals, how they both casually ask me what they other has been saying about their relationship. Or maybe I'm wrong but I for one will be shocked if they don't wind up bloody married.
The only news on the love life of yours truly is that there is no news. Of course.
3, October, 3: 41, Arithmancy,
Sirius, James, Lily, Peter Petigrew (this pudgey little boy who is always following James and Sirius around), Remus, Chris, Kevin and myself decided today at lunch to take an private and unscheduled trip to Hogsmead tomorrow. So James and Sirius are probably scrambling around right now trying to figure out how to get eight people into Hogsmead without loosing their flair for style (I am so looking forward to seeing what exactly they pull).
How we all decided to go went a little like this: James wanted to take Lily to the wizarding arcade there and I said that I had never been so Remus said that he would take me sometime if I wanted. Which prompted Lily to say that we could come with them if we wanted, and Chris too (who naturally wanted to bring Kevin). Then Sirius said he needed to visit Zonko's and then Remus invited Peter too because he was looked so abandoned.
It's funny how things snowball like that.
4, October, 9: 41, Great Hall,
I woke up shockingly early this morning, close to eight o'clock actually. I'm not sure why I awoke so early but having nothing better to do I came down here to have an early breakfast and maybe walk about the grounds for a bit. To my surprise there were people already seated at the Gryffindor table and then I realized that surprise or surprises I knew someone.
Sirius was hunched over a heaping plate of bacon, eggs and pancakes but he was only really picking at his food, an almost troubled expression on his face. "Breakfast of champions?" I remarked snippily, sitting down across from him.
"Breakfast of troublemakers." He corrected me with a smile.
"Couldn't sleep?" I asked helping myself to some of the scrambled eggs.
He shrugged. "I never can on rainy mornings like this." He explained.
"That's weird." I said digging into my eggs. For some reason, and even now I don't really have any idea why, that didn't sound like the whole truth at all but I decided not to press it.
3, October, 8: 59, Dormitory,
All right, James and Sirius are cleverer then I had previously imagined. Or at least they have more resources. To get the jolly eight of us out of the building they split us up into two teams: Team James and Team Sirius. Team Sirius consisted of Sirius (duh), Kevin, Chris and me and Team James consisted of everyone else. I thought it was a little strange that Remus and I weren't on the same team, since after all he was the one who invited me, but I think I understand now.
It was actually a lot like a field trip. Except without the head checks, single file lines or screaming teachers....hmmm...maybe it wasn't a lot like a field trip. Anyway, after lunch Sirius took our team down to this little corridor that was just a little out of the way of regular traffic and stopped us right in front of this huge mirror hanging on the wall.
"All right. So all you have to do is touch your want to the mirror and say ' Otrever'." Sirius explained as we all bunched up around it. "Everyone got it?"
It was a funny thing going through that mirror. One moment you were standing on one side and the next on the other. It was actually quite the anticlimax. Chris and Kevin had all ready lit their wands when I showed up but I lit mine too anyway.
"You ever been this way before Em?" Chris asked pointing the feeble beam of his wand down the seemingly endless corridor.
I shook my head. "Before we went down this statue of a witch." I explained.
"That's the way James and the others are going." Sirius said, he had come through the mirror just in time to hear what I was saying. "James and I thought it might be too suspicious of all eight of us were standing around in the corridor for no apparent reason. Thus the groups."
We tried to play I spy as we walked before we realized that the only things around were cobwebs, stones and ourselves. But we weren't to lack for entertainment because Sirius and Kevin got into a heated argument over two Quiddich players and Chris tried to explain how different hair cuts went with different face shapes.
When we met up with Team James at The Three Broomsticks it was almost one o'clock and after a round of butterbeers we splintered again promising to re-congregate at five. Lily, James, Kevin and Chris wanted to explore in couples for a little while but promised to meet Remus, Peter and me at the arcade soon enough. Peter had at first looked like he was going to try to angle to hook up with Sirius for the day but he slipped off to do god only knows what.
The Humbletoe's Arcade was almost exactly like a muggle arcade with one significant difference: the games were a little more interactive. Things flew at you from the screens or while your hands were on the controls you seemed to be in the world. They even had set up a Dance Dance Revolution pad (mostly a muggle novelty that no one really knew how to work), which coincidentally is the one game I'm actually good at so I had a great time trying to teach Remus and poor bumbling Peter how to play the thing.
"Wait till Lily gets here." I told them. "We're about evenly matched so it makes the two player really fun." What I failed to mention is that Lily and I are only really good at DDR because it was practically the only thing we did the summer after third year.
"You ready to go again?" Remus asked.
"Nah. I've got to go get something to drink. I'm sweating like a pig." I said shaking my head to get some air under my hair. "But you guys keep practicing, I'll be right."
I ducked out of the arcade and made for the Three Broomsticks. Inside Sirius Black was sitting by himself and reading a book of all things, I nearly fainted in surprise. For some reason I could never before picture Sirius doing something so....domestic. I got a water from Madame Rosemerta and went to talk to him.
He looked up when I took the seat across from him and smiled. "Hey." He said.
"What are you doing in here?" I asked bluntly.
"Reading." He said simply holding up the book so I could see. He was reading The Godfather. "You're right about the important lessons." I blinked, nonplused, was he reading this because I mentioned I liked it at breakfast a few days ago?
"I'll let you borrow another by the same author when you're done." I said. "But really, why aren't you outside, it's a gorgeous day."
He shrugged. "I've sort of seen the whole village four times over."
"Then why don't you go back to school?" I asked.
He laughed. "Because you, Kevin and Chris could never get back without me." He pointed out. That was true, I wasn't even really sure how to find the opening back to the tunnel much less get back through the mirror.
"Then would you like to come back to the arcade with me? I'll teach you how to play Dance Dance Revolution, it's loads of fun I swear." I promised.
He shook his head. "Nah, I don't want to intrude on your date with Remus."
I snorted. "You think Remus and I are on a date?" I asked.
"Well...yeah." He looked confused. "Aren't you?
I laughed outright. "Remus and I are just friends, now stop being an idiot and come on." I demanded. Maybe it was just my imagination but Sirius looked almost relieved. And that would explain why he was acting so strangely and why he and James had split us up for the trip over here.
But if he wanted to date then why hadn't he said anything after we'd kissed? That would have been a highly optimal time right? Oh god that boy is driving me up the fucking wall!
Sirius picked up on DDR quickly when we got back to the arcade, which didn't necessarily surprise me because he had danced so well at the club we went to. But I could see why Sirius had been avoiding spending the day with Peter because the chubby boy seemed to really hang on Sirius' every word and that got a little annoying. Actually make that it was so annoying I wanted to break his jaw so he would stop agreeing with everything Sirius said.
It was funny. He acted completely normal the whole afternoon after that but on the way back the two of us walked behind Chris and Kevin and in the semi darkness of the tunnel I felt his hand slip over mine. It sort of freaked me out actually because I wasn't exactly expecting something to grab my hand out of the dark but a hand is shaped very uniquely and I figured it out before I screamed.
I'm not exactly what exactly Sirius meant by grabbing my hand but it was certainly a curious thing to do.
4, October, 11: 24, Dormitory,
Lily said that she'd ask James to find out what Sirius mean by kissing me and holding my hand if I wanted but I said no. James is a great guy and a good friend but tact isn't exactly his thing. Besides, it seemed sort of third year to go through our best friends.
Of course it's also sort of third year not to just ask Sirius myself but that's out of the question. When you have bad luck as intense as yours truely's you learn to avoid public humiliation at all costs when you can.
Five Best Things About Being a Woman:
1) The ambiguous "woman problem" excuse
2) People don't accuse us of being "gay" if we think about our appearance
3) We don't have to deal with all that alpha male jock bullshit
4) We aren't responsible for starting the relationship, just maintaining it
5) Physical abuse is not generally accepted as the best way to resolve any problem
Five Worst things About Being a Woma n:
1) Child birth and "woman problems"
2) We are held to impossible standards of beauty
3) No one ever trusts your strength or intellect
4) We are supposed to sit around and let the guy come to us
5) Back-stabbing is very common
Fucking Catch-22 life is, let me tell you.
6, October, 11: 24, Transfiguration,
We've moved out of the section of the book that had water on it so Sirius and I moved are desks apart today. It's not all bad I suppose. I don't have to deal with him breathing down my neck all day and I can write in you now this period... but who am I kidding? I love having him breath down my neck and I can write in you whenever I want (no offense).
Moving on to another, if not more cheerful subject, I can expect full on mayhem in Herbology today. Since yesterday Slytherin beat Ravenclaw at Quidditch the new forecast for players in the House Cup are Gryffindor and Slytherin. Copious amounts of blood are anticipated in the final game and probably in Herbology too because we are replanting Zertiprits, a plant with when exposed to the pressure of say a fist closing around it become the organic equivalent of a moltov cocktail.
All I can say is that I will not be working at the same table as Mr. James Potter. I do not plan to let a slight pyromania be the death of me.
6, October, 2: 41, Charms,
Well James gave as good as he got and actually survived to tell the tale too, though I think he fire proofed his robes which is probably cheating. In fact generally the most that happened to most people is singed robes, only Elanor Dunsen, a rat-faced Slytherin chaser, got it really bad. Quick thinking by Madame Sprout saved her from permanent scaring but I think it will be a while before her hair returns in full.
Yours Truly was only hit once, by a sneaky little worm of a Slytherin, AKA Lucius Malfoy, ended up catching my pant legs on fire so badly I had to stop drop and roll. But I got him back and I doubt he will ever be able to wear that robe ever again.
That'll teach the little fuckwit to mess with me.
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