Entries of Confusion Chapter 3: Notes and Detentions, a harry potter fanfic

Disclaimer: I sadly lost the pencil I found a few days ago, and had to spend the five dollar bill – so now all I own is a useless packman game! I own nothing!

AN:Third chapter is here!I would like to encourage all of you to go read princesstigerlilly's fic – Broken Valentine, another Lily diary fic that started the same time as mine.

I'm so glad a lot of you liked the Sirius/Mobster thing! I actually got the idea from a dream I had. It was kind of disturbing, really. Think of a mix between HP/Godfather/James Dean. You seriously (no pun intended) do not want to hear Sirius go "a ring a ding-ding" :::shudders::: I'm just glad I was able to turn it into something fruitful!

Still looking for a beta…

We often despise what is most useful to us.

- Aesop

09/06 (7:16am)

Dear Diary,

I believe I may have found a legitimate reason as to why I cannot attend this…"meeting." Black said to meet in the Room of Requirement. As I have no knowledge as to the location of this room, I cannot possible go there.

I assume Black forgot to tell me its location, so I must merely avoid contact with any Marauder for the next three days! Of course, if Black was actually serious about making me come, then all my effort will be in vain. And as I would not put it past him to do such a thing, they probably are.

But it's principal of the thing. I am not about to relent to some poorly conceived plot of the Marauders! So, in an attempt to thwart their plan, I am not going to breakfast. (Lisa has generously offered to bring me up some food, although I am not sure that she approves of my plan, as she keeps mumbling under her breath about stubborn red-heads.), and I have already asked Lisa and Michelle (another Gryffindor friend) who I have all my classes with, to walk with me at all times.

If my luck holds, I will not communicate with any member of the Marauders in any way, shape, or form. Lisa now comes with breakfast.

Lily Evans

09/06 (7:22pm)

Sadly, I was not able to avoid all communication, but not from lack of effort. I, with the help of my friends, was able to avoid them, though it was obvious they were trying to talk to me on several occasions. That is, until third class: Charms.

I was listening to what I thought was a very interesting lecture, when a note suddenly materialized on my desk. I pretended that I did not notice it. Then another note appeared, this time on my book. I was determined not to open it, but curiosity got the better of me. It read…

I see you didn't report me to McGonagall.

I didn't write back, but rather crumbled it back up ad stuffed it in my bag. Another note appeared on my desk.

You can write back any time now.

I still made no response, repeating the process of stuffing it in my bag. A third note appeared. Honestly! The boy is as dense as lead! If he had any manners at all, you would think he would know that I had no intention or desire to correspond with him.

Of course, this is Sirius Black we are discussing. Not one to follow etiquette at the most formal of occasions. But I digress, his third note said…

Did you know it is considered rude to ignore a letter?

Since I was thoroughly convinced that he would not leave me be until I responded, I wrote on the paper.

Did you know it is also considered rude to seek correspondence when one party has clearly shown their unwillingness to do so?

I should have known that this remark would only prompt him further into conversation, but as we both know, my thinking processes do not always work correctly.

Did you know it is considered rude to answer a question with a question?

Well obviously it isn't terribly rude; otherwise you would not do it

So you think I have good manners? I'm flattered.

I said no such thing. A real gentleman does not twist others words. Please write no more, I wish to concentrate on the lecture.

I turned my attention back towards the Professor. If only Black had actually done what I requested! If I ever find a day where he does as such, I will know when the earth has officially come to an end.

But you never answered my original question.

I did not wish to reply, but…well, obviously I did.

The only question you asked was if I knew it was rude to ignore a letter. All the other notes were statements.

Well picky, picky. Fine then. Why did you not turn me in to McGonagall?

There is no reason why I have to share my personal matters with you. Now please leave me be.

No can do, honey. Now, you can tell me why you didn't turn me in, or I can nag you constantly for a few days, and then you can tell me. Your pick.

I do not have to do anything. And please refrain from addressing me with terms of endearment. Now go away.

By the last sentence I was growing angry, and I am ashamed to say I hit the table rather violently while I was accentuating the last two words. This caused a large thump. As you can imagine, this brought over the teacher's attention. He asked me if there was anything wrong. I of course, said no, but I did so with such a guilty countenance that he knew I was telling less than truth.

He asked if I was sure. I again said I was fine, but in a moment of clumsiness, my arm slipped, knocking all my papers to the floor, including my notes with Black.

I am beginning to suspect that teachers have either x-ray vision (which I do not even care to entertain the possibility of), or fleas about the room that they use as spies. (I do not find this scenario any more likely than the first, but it is dramatically less disturbing). For Professor Flitwick's eyes were immediately drawn to the notes, even though they were mostly hidden beneath various sheets of paper.

"What is this?" he asked me, holding up the paper in question. I, in all my sixth year brilliance, was not able to utter more than a few unintelligible syllables. (Did I not warn you of the consequences of me attempting to sound intelligent?)

And then, much to my horror, Black said in a completely calm voice, "Oh, that's Evan's and my notes that we were writing during class." I am extremely proud of myself for not ending his life, though I was sorely tempted.

So to end this simply delightful event, I have been assigned detention, with Black, tonight! Detention! I have never been given a detention in my life!

Oh dear, I seem to have placed permanent finger imprints into the leather binding. I am afraid I must take my leave, as I must go to my first detention.

09/07

Dear Diary,

The detention was, and rather paradoxically was not, a simply horrid experience.

It was not, in the fact that all we had to do was wash the floor of the Great Hall. While not an easy task, it was not as awful as some of the things I have heard of. It was, because I had to share it with Black, who spent the entire time nagging me and assuring me that he will in fact carry out his threat to make me come to the meeting. Thankfully, that event is now over, and I do not wish to dwell on it any longer.

On a positive note, we had hardly any homework today, so I was able to spend the majority of my time with Lisa, who demanded I give her the details of the past few days' events. She asked me why on earth I ever wrote back to Black in the first place. I assured her that it was only a temporary moment of insanity, to which she quickly replied, "Your entire life is a temporary moment of insanity."

I threatened to begin to seriously consider finding a new best friend. She just patted my knee and said, "I'm just joshing you." Perhaps I do need to find a new friend. One that is less sarcastic. (I write this because Lisa is reading over my shoulder) If it were not for the fact that we are best friends, I might call her a "damn annoying chic", in Lisa's terminology.

As it is, I am and she is not, so I won't. I will spend the majority of tomorrow hiding in my dorm, and will write more then.

Lily Evans

Thanks to all my Reviewers!

eeveekitty85: I have to agree with you. As much as I love Harry, I think James is cooler. Big words? Thanks! I've always prided myself in thinking that I have a wide vocabulary (although I pride myself a bit more than it's actually worth...lol) I'm glad you like the story! As to the Marauders...who knows? (except me of course!)

Hogwarts-fanatic91: You think my vocabulary is vast? I'm terribly flattered. I like Lily best as a teacher's pet too, although I will occasionally read stories where she's not. I'm glad you liked the Mobster bit! I'm very proud of that. Concerning your review of my other story…yep, you were right. Wartime Thoughts was a one-shot. Thanks for putting me on your favorites list!

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