A/N: Hello everyone! I'm so glad that you like the story. I'll admit, it's kind of hard to put everything up in this odd diary form. I have decided to negotiate ease with creativity and the result is a switch between a third-person narrative and some kind of weird diary between the Sisterhood and the Marauders.

Disclaimer: Whatever has been published, definitely not mine.

Thanks:

Maya—That's really weird about your friend and your nickname 'Tils.' It makes me wonder . . . Btw, I'd like to let you know that it was wrong how you cheated. But I luff you anyway!

Tors—I'm glad to see that you've lightened up about Sirius's insect trap theory. Heh heh.

Athia—Thank you so much! Hopefully your characters can have a half of a happy ending after all. :wink, wink:

Loves to dance—Oh, I'm so happy you've reviewed. And yeah, I suppose it's interesting, but who can resist writing an actual story? Btw, I hope this chapter answers your question.

Lily looked up. She was finished writing her entry and all the other girls were almost asleep, waiting for her finished product. She took just a few more minutes looking over what she had written, making sure nothing was too offensive. A few changes here and there and she was satisfied. She smiled down at what she had written under 'Party.' The GHOBAB Sisterhood.

It was a wonder that her friends had even agreed to such a name, now that she thought about it. GHOBAB was hardly anything logical, but neither were her friends. Around three o'clock in the morning during a sleepover was when the name 'GHOBAB' was created. The girls were stuffing themselves with chocolate, and a sugar rush was definitely in sight for the logic mind—but that was far from the dreamers that lie head-by-foot on the floor of the third year girls' dormitory. They laughed at just about the dumbest things—like first year, when James had suddenly taken a huge liking to Lily and wondered what she looked like when she danced. Needless to say, the next thing Lily knew, she was being charmed to tap-dance on a table in the library singing "Do You Love Me?" James had answered pensively every time "Yes!"

That was certainly a sight to see. And certainly the one thing that won James Potter his legendary title: all-time prankster. Of course, Lily Evans was bright red when it all ended and she immediately decided that day that James Potter was not only not worth the deepest loathing she could manage, but that she would never speak to him unless necessary and made it her ultimate goal to humiliate him in the strongest ways possible. Always. She would never ever miss an opportunity to bash the conceited bighead that was James Potter. And she would never ever miss an opportunity to keep him as nothing short of an imbecile.

But it wasn't that Lily could ever deny the fact that he was gorgeous. Everyone knew it. Even Potter did. But the only two who hadn't fallen for his good looks and charm were Matilda and Lily herself. Well, three if you counted the new trainee McGonagall. Though McGonagall was that way with everyone—Dumbledore even. It wasn't until Dumbledore sang the Hogwart's song in front of the school did she actually trust him. People are funny that way.

As was GHOBAB. That night, the girls became fascinated with canned bread. So much so, that they were intoxicated with the mere mention of it. None of them quite knew how the conversation started or why canned bread of all things was mentioned. The point is that it was. 'Bread' was like the word 'stupid' to a five year old; shameful and exhilarating at its use. Tors accidentally used the word 'loafed' at one point to emphasize the fact that she was hyper and giggling like a mad pigeon. From that was derived the saying 'getting high off bread and butter.' (The butter part was just added for good measure.) The words hung in the air for quite a few seconds before Tors started spelling out their initials. Getting High Off Bread And Butter. GHOBAB. That night the six girls made a pact; they were sisters and would forever act as such. Thus was created the GHOBAB Sisterhood.

"Okay, everyone! I call to order the first official GHOBAB Sisterhood meeting of the 1975 to 1976 school year," Lily said with a bossy air.

Jenn stifled a snore as she opened one eye. "Why do you have to be so proper, Lils? Can't you just conjure up a pan and hit us all upside the head with it? It'd be much more interesting to wake up to stars and wittle birdies around my head than something that resembles a news briefing."

Lily's smile faltered. So much for a cheery new year.

"Oy, lay off, Jenn. She nearly got snogged by James. Of course she's gonna be all proper," Matilda said from her corner of the compartment.

Lily flashed Matilda a grateful smile. Jenn scowled at the both of them and muttered something along the lines of "And who wouldn't want to be snogged by Potter?"

Matilda rolled her eyes.

"Victoria Pebble!" Lily screamed in Tors's ear. "Wake up! You just missed the best thing ever!"

"What? What! What did I miss?" Tors asked, jumping out of her seat. Lily giggled at her.

Jenn's scowl only deepened. "Nothing, Victoria. Just your sanity," she said darkly.

"Really? But I didn't know it went missing—oh," Tors said. She stuck her tongue out at Jenn, forgetting that Jenn still had her eyes closed. She looked over at Tils's creeping form. She was sneaking up on Anneliese, eyes wide and hands out in front of her, about to tickle her awake—

"Tils, go away, you bloody plonker," Liese muttered.

Her eyes weren't even open.

Matilda's widened eyes narrowed reproachfully and she cursed under her breath. She dropped her hands to her sides and turned, arms crossed over her chest, also scowling. Lily was the only one watching the scene with amusement.

"Anyway, are we all well and alive?" Lily asked her group of grumpy friends.

"Yes," Matilda said.

"Yeah," Tors answered.

"Yunnnnnggggghhhhhh . . ." Anneliese's reply was cut off by a yawn.

"Oh, kill me now." That was the ever-enthusiastic Jenn.

Matilda giggled.

"Can I please see what you wrote now?"

They all groaned.

"Let's just give the lady what she wants so I can get back to my nap, okay?" Jen said

Anneliese scoffed at her. "God you're selfish."

Many groans, scowls, insults, and extreme PMSing episodes later, Lily had read all of the entries written by her most unimaginative friends. And now she was extremely suspicious. What kind of thing was the GHOBAB Sisterhood planning without her that happened to concern James and herself? And why were the Marauders (excluding James, obviously) in on it, too? Since when could they possibly be planning something on civil terms with the Marauders? And since when were they possibly more important than herself? Why was it that when somebody really wanted to push her buttons, she wouldn't know what it was that they were trying to do, but that the mere fact that they were even 'trying' at all got to her?

Oh, what cruel fate, Lily thought. They've probably just written it to annoy me for being such a writing hog, anyway—get back at all the time I've taken up.

But . . . what if it's not just a prank? What if they're really planning something? What if they're going to lock me up in a room with Potter? What if—what if Potter is in on this? Ooh! That Potter! He's going to wish he never messed with Lily Evans!

"Ladies," she said, importantly. "It has come to my attention that there is something you aren't telling me. What, pray tell, is it?"

Matilda giggled. "What, don't tell me you actually believed that?"

Lily narrowed her eyes at the brunette.

Jenn rolled her eyes. Naturally, she thought the whole ordeal was pointless. "This is pointless," she muttered under her breath.

Lily's eyes flashed in her direction. "What's pointless? You write something about making some sort of plan with the Marauders and you expect me to overlook it? Are you mad?"

"Lils," Anneliese tried. "I was only joking about that. Gosh, you should know by now that we'd never do something like that to you. Especially if it has anything to do with the Marauders."

Lily's gaze softened. "You're right. I should know that. I guess I just overreacted."

"No kidding," Jenn said.

Lily looked at her again, contemplating whether a stray rat had crawled up her arse over the summer or not. "What's going on with you? Did you want your butt to eat your violin or what?"

Jenn shook her head and looked down at the floor. "Don't worry about it," she said softly. Now Lily knew something was wrong with her friend. She was usually joking, laughing, and an inch away from joining the Marauder Pranksters, though today's show had shown differently: she was being brutally honest, speaking her mind and not caring to consider other people's feelings.

Victoria was the first to speak about it though. "Honestly, Jennifer. If you've got a problem, tell us. It's better to let it all out rather than let it build and cry over spilled pumpkin juice."

Matilda raised an eyebrow. Muggle-born, she hadn't heard many of the wizard equivalents to Muggle expressions. She then looked over across the compartment as Jennifer sighed. Jenn opened her mouth and then closed it again.

Everyone was staring at her. Finally, she said, "I can't explain it. But somehow . . . I think—I think I'll have to tell you."

Lily smiled. "Well that's a given. We are your best friends after all."

Jenn shook her head again. "No, I mean. I can't verbally tell you. I—I have to write it down. I'll explain it better."

Her friends nodded their heads in understanding. Sometimes it was easier to write a letter to each other than discuss things, most specifically very personal things. It was this philosophy that led them to writing so many notes during class.

The redhead suddenly had a very reasonable idea. "Oh my gosh—you guys, I have the best idea ever!"

"Oh no, brainstorm," Anneliese said teasingly.

Lily's eyes were bright with speculation as she said, "Yes! I've read about this sort of thing, too. It seemed so fun and I thought of starting it myself . . . but then I realized that I actually needed more than just one person to do it. So I'm thinking, would you guys be interested?"

Matilda's wide eyes were looking around the compartment in sheer disbelief and discomfort. Victoria snorted and that got Anneliese and Jenn giggling like mad pigeons. Lily, was of course, in obvious oblivion.

Anneliese was the first to crack, "Gross, you guys!"

Her brow furrowed in deep concentration, Lily said, "What? Did I say something wrong? I just—ew! You guys are disgusting! I so didn't mean it that way! Really, now!"

Jenn was full out laughing at this point.

A few minutes later—for the original topic of conversation had been thoroughly delayed—the girls had calmed down enough to breathe properly. The five were, of course, still smiling quite largely and the compartment was filled with a warm air comparatively different from the awkward tension that was felt during the boys' visit.

"So Lily," Matilda began, popping a chocolate frog into her mouth. (The merry witch with the food trolley had come and gone, completely convinced they had all been hit with the Hyena Hex.) "You were saying?"

Lily raised her eyebrow at her. After interrupting her perfectly wonderful idea, she was the one to actually pry it out of her again, the ironic little, wench. Lily opened her mouth, and closed it again, not too sure she really wanted to even speak of it again. Her first introduction hadn't gone too well, but well—it was rather a cool idea.

"Don't tell me you forgot," Jenn muttered darkly. Jennifer was sprawled across the laps of Matilda, Victoria and Anneliese on one side of the compartment. Lily herself was lying down on the other.

From her place on the arm of the seat, Lily narrowed her eyes at Jenn who was currently playing with Victoria's long dark hair. "No, I haven't forgotten anything, Jennifer Anne Tills," she replied reproachfully.

Anneliese gasped in mock horror. "You—you used her . . . full name," she said in mock awe.

Jenn, as per usual, rolled her eyes. "Geez, Mum. You didn't have to mention that. Again."

It was her custom to be mysteriously sarcastic. It was also what she used to screen her true emotions from her friends. She didn't want anyone knowing what she truly felt. It was such a bother, she thought, to tell everyone her deepest fears, darkest secrets, and much more boring even how a boy made her feel. But she wasn't completely oppressing; she'd had her fair share of boyfriends, but they only lasted so long—never more than a few weeks. She said she got bored easily. The truth was she was afraid of getting hurt. Her idea of the perfect solution was to break it off before anything could happen to her.

"It's alright dear," Lily said cheerily. "We'll just put this behind this and move on."

Jenn felt like screaming. Sometimes Lily just said the completely right thing at the wrong time—when Jenn was trying to get over something. She grinned at her, anyway. No use in being mad. It would seem as if it were for no reason whatsoever. And it truly wasn't. At least, not anything important, anyway.

"Well, what I began to explain earlier was that I read—well, more watched this Muggle programme on television that touched on communications. It had a brief history of journaling, postal communications, and really old ways of well . . . that writing sort of thing. It went on to introduce the newest telephone—it looks really cool in periwinkle blue, I saw the yellow version, not that cute—so . . . erm, what was my point?" Lily was completely off track, she knew.

Four pairs of wide eyes stared at her and not one gaping mouth uttered a sound. She blushed. "Right, well, erm—oh yes! So, I went and looked up methods of wizard communications other than owl post—"

"You know, I think I would've done the same thing, 'cos I just have nothing better to do than go look up 'methods of wizard communications other than owl post.' Honestly, Lily, what are you getting at?" Jenn asked.

"Gosh, leave it to you to be impatient and vulnerable to boring rambles," Lily muttered. It frustrated her that Jenn never seemed quite interested in the slightest in things that were very important to Lily. "I was getting there. If only you'd just stop and listen to what I was going to say."

Another innocent blow to Jenn's inner battle. She visibly scowled, but no one thought much of it. After all, it was in context.

"Anyway," Lily began. Again. "I was on the verge of my discovery! I found out medieval wizards in secret societies working with Merlin used to use a Reflective Spell on their parchments and communicate that way."

"And that means—?" Anneliese asked.

"Well, that one wizard would charm their parchment and the parchment of their coworker and whenever they wrote, it would show up on the other's—a sort of messaging system. And when they didn't need to send any notes to one another, they just finished off the incantation."

"Oh, so it was like an instant messaging thing," Tors caught on.

"Yes, just like that. Only, if one wasn't paying attention right then and there, it would remain reflected on the recipient's parchment until he/she decided to delete it. And then the recipient would reply, or leave comments or whatever. They used it to convey plans to stop the evil warlock of the time," Lily explained.

"Cool," Matilda said.

"Lily, do you want us to have interactive diaries?" Jenn asked.

"Oh my gosh! That'd be so cool! We could write notes to each other during class and McGonagall wouldn't ever know!" Tors said excitedly.

"Genius!" Anneliese gushed.

Lily looked at Jenn. "Yes, I think it would benefit us all. The things we can't say to one another we can relay in a different way. Like writing. Besides, I think it'll be fun. And it would certainly put a new twist on this year, don't you think?"

Jenn looked at Lily warily. She wasn't sure this was such a good idea. Lily obviously knew something wasn't right and was, in code, telling her that she needed to spill.

"C'mon, promise me you'll do it," Lily pressed.

"What do I get in return?"

"You'll think of something."

She nodded in defeat as the others began to fantasize about the different uses of the Reflecting Parchments.

"This is going to be so cool!"

"You guys will know everything."

"We should invite the guys to do this."

"NO WAY!"

"It'll be fun, Lily. And besides, you wanted to put a new twist on this year, didn't you? Otherwise, I can't think of another reason why I would even do this. . . ."

Lily glared at her. She was suggesting it on purpose. If she said no, Jenn wouldn't participate and miss out on a lot. Not to mention Lily would never find out what happened over the summer.

She pursed her lips into a fine line and studied Jenn's face. It was sincere.

"Fine," she agreed. "We'll invite the idiots. But don't think I'll actually communicate to them. James Potter is not getting my Reflecting Spell."

Jenn laughed at her. Oh, yes he will. He'll just have to promise he won't write her back, she thought devilishly.

Lily's 'Lil Book

Thursday, 3rd September, 2004

thursday
6:17 p.m.
Common Room

Hello my little 'book.'
I suppose I have begun this chain of entries concerning a certain bit of flora to record the—ever-so-cliché—dramatic life of a teenage girl. With the friends I have, chances are this is soon going to be published for the entire world to see so let me begin by telling you a bit about myself before I ramble on about the stupid happenings occurring in my life.
I was born the 26th of July in the year 1960 into the Muggle family Evans. As a Muggle-born witch, I am very much teased and called "Mudblood" a many number by most of which are Slytherins. By the way, I happen to be a Gryffindor of the Gryffindor House of Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I have just started my Sixth year and thought that this would a good
I am rather fond of the Charms class offered (required, actually) here, taught by a most wondrous Professor Flitwick. Such a squeal, that one is. In my company I have the four best friends anyone could ever have:

1) Matilda "Tils" Emerson
2) Anneliese "Liese" Martin
3) Jennifer "Jenn" Till
4) Victoria "Tors" Pebble

The above mentioned have also given me my own little nickname: "Lils." My full name, as I have yet to mention, is Lily Evans. No middle name as my parents couldn't exactly think of a name to "surpass Lily." :rolls eyes: Really now, they could've named me Lily Marie Evans just like every mother who couldn't think of a more original second name . . . no offence to anyone. . . . But it's really not that hard. Despite my name, the only kind of lily I really do like happens to be the water-lily, which is also the flower of the July month. Ironic, isn't it?
I have almond-shaped, green eyes--nothing too unusual--and long, thick, dark red hair. I suppose that's the cause of my problems.
James "Bighead" Potter asked me out! On a date to Hogsmeade in a fortnight! Can you believe his nerve? Well, I suppose you couldn't since you don't exactly know him . . . But I will save that for another time. For now I must get back to my lovely Potions essay (a meter long!).
May you float above the rest as your own,
--Lily

COMMENTS:

I can't begin to tell you how much you have just wounded me! Instead of telling ME, YOUR BEST FRIEND THAT JAMES BLOODY POTTER ASKED YOU OUT, YOUU TELL THIS GOD FOR SAKEN BOOK:sniffle: How can you say no? Do you know what this means? We can totally destroy Potter and his cronies (minus Remus because he's just too HOT! Ha ha.) But I have to run now...I heard that someone is planning on hexing Snape...4 guesses who. :rollz eyez:

Tootles!

(Posted 9/3/1974 at 6:11 PM by GrYfFiNdRaMaQuEeN)

A/N: Sorry for the change in format, but I thought it was too much of a fun introduction to resist. Don't worry; all diaries will be back by next chapter! Oh, and please review! I'd LOVE to know what you think!

Cheers and toodles!

blufiresprite

P.S. I happen to like the "d" in "toodles." It reminds me of noodles. . . .