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One of the lessons of history is that nothing is often a good thing to do and always a clever thing to say.

-Will Durant

09/02

Dear Diary,

In all honesty, I am not entirely sure why I am starting this journal. My life, such as it is, is not exciting, although a few particularly bland people might find it interesting. I have no love of words – I am usually the one who sits in the corner and watches.

I have learned that it is almost always better to say nothing at all, for I simply have nothing to say. On the rare occasion that I do attempt to sound intelligent, it more often than not resembles that of a bumbling idiot.

How then, do I plan on keeping a diary?

It remains a mystery to me how I am going to keep a daily recording of my activities, but I feel pulled by some unexplainable force to do so. I do not understand, nor could I explicate this force, no more than I understand and could explicate the mathematical details concerning space flight.

But unexplainable or not, the force exists. So here I am, writing away about things of no true relevance that carry no value for anyone except myself.

The hour is late, and the first day of classes starts tomorrow. If all goes according to plan, I will write again tomorrow evening.

Lily Evans

09/03

Dear Diary,

What a wonderful day this was! How anyone can dread the beginning of school is truly beyond me. There is so much to learn! So much to see and hear, and so little time in which to do it in.

Perhaps that sounds juvenile and cliché-ish, but it is how I feel about the matter.

I still hold fast to my opinion that Charms is the most interesting course that Hogwarts offers. (Although my opinion may be somewhat biased since I am at the top of the class).

I have always found Transfiguration, although fascinating, to be particularly difficult. This year appears to be no exception. It is hard not to envy the sixth year Ravenclaws, who we share many classes with, and seem to easily advance at every subject.

I must keep reminding myself that I was sorted into Gryffindor for a reason, and although I have yet to find this supposed bravery, it is my strength.

Lisa, one of my friends, is asking me to hurry and join her for dinner. I will write more tomorrow.

Lily Evans

09/04

Dear Diary,

If I were not above such reproachful things, I might write quite a number of objectionable words and phrases concerning one certain individual: James Potter.

As last year I repeatedly turned down his advances and refused to worship him like many members of our school, it appears that he has decided to express his displeasure by pranking me as often as opportunity allows.

I dearly hope that he grows out of this grudge sometime in the near future. Although I have no fear of him or the Marauders, I am not disillusioned in thinking that they cannot make my life fairly miserable if they desire.

Unfortunately, my experience with Potter has been that he is, if anything, extremely stubborn and egotistical. Either of these traits, all the worse for both, will make it very difficult for him to get over this petty matter.

A boy who fancies himself a god has had his pride bruised, and has decided that I, a mere mortal, need disciplining. Thankfully, stubbornness is also a strong trait of mine, and I am not about to roll over and repent!

Whatever the ultimate outcome, I have the feeling that this will be a long year.

Lily Evans

Here's first chappie! I know it's kind of short, but it seems like all of my first chapters end up short.

They will not all be this length!

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