August 1
Dear Diary,
Well, I have good news and bad news.
The good news is, now that I'm in seventh year, I'm Head Girl! Imagine, what an honor!
The bad new is – James Potter is Head Boy.
Imagine, what a horror!
I am going to be responsible for the entire school along with HIM. That stupid, arrogant, bloody, BOY!
I guess I should look at the bright side.
At least it wasn't Snape.
Love,
Lily
September 1
Dear Diary,
Well, we've started the new school year. It really was great seeing Katie again. And of course, Hogwarts! I missed the castle.
Anyway, Dumbledore called me and Potter into his office after dinner. He said that he trusts us to be responsible for the welfare of the students and some other things, but we were both too tired to listen. The only time Potter woke up was when Dumbledore said that he expects us to have a new sense of responsibility, and he looked at Mr. Troublemaker Head Boy especially.
We walked back to Gryffindor Tower together and we said a total of four words in all:
"Good night. See you."
Love,
Lily
September 5
Dear Diary,
Well, what do you know. Potter actually seems to behave himself. He and Black managed to get through the first day of school without playing their usual back-to-school prank. It's always been my theory that all summer the boys had been BURSTING to play any prank, so they started on the first day of school to make up for lost time.
But they didn't. They're probably saving up for a really BIG prank. Oh well. School's been great. I'd forgotten how bracing it is to wander through Hogwarts' halls. And it's still beautiful outside. I'm sitting by the lake right now. The Feared Four (guess who that is!) are sitting under the big tree a bit away from the lake and are conspiring vigorously. Probably planning another way to make Snape's life miserable. Not that I disagree that he deserves to be made miserable, but it does seem a bit unfair to have four against one. Well, actually, against Snape and HIS gang, Rosier, Wilkes, Avery, Nott, and all those slimy gits. So it's fair. Actually, Potter's writing something in a book, and the rest are talking. I wonder what he's writing.
Professor McGonagall told me to tell him that she wants to see us in her office at seven. Don't ask how I'll get through it. Though, to be honest, since about May last year he hasn't been as annoying to me as usual. Maybe he's growing up. And he's stopped hexing people, except for Snape, of course.
I'll write in here later.
Love,
Lily