January 1st
I have decided on my New Year's resolution - to become a nicer, sweeter, happier person. It's going to be hard work.
January 2nd
I have also decided that Peter Pettigrew is an idiot.
January 3rd
Professor Dumbledore summoned me to his office a few minutes ago. Apparently there's a new girl transferring from Finland to Hogwarts. He didn't say why, but he asked me to look out for her when she arrives. Sounds cool.
January 4th
The snow is melting! I'm outside by the lake with Rachel, Anna, James and Sirius. We're just talking and having the occasional snowball fight, except when I'm writing.
Anna has just given me her gloves, in fear of my fingers getting cold. When I explained to her that I can't write with gloves on, she took them back and performed a tricky little charm that cut all of the fingertips off the gloves, so I can write and keep warm!
Anna is the most sweetest, wonderful, generous, intelligent, beautiful, gracious, enchanting friend I have ever had the fortune to have. That was written upon her dictation, and she seems satisfied enough now.
Ha, Rachel is trying to offer me the fluffy scarf I gave her for her birthday, but it does not have the same effect as Anna's generosity. Nice try, Rachel, but that's not gonna work!
Although, when James offered to put his arm round me to save me from freezing, how could I resist?
It is a thoroughly amazing thought that I am now sitting in the snow in front of Sirius' ingenious blue flames in a jam jar, with James Potters arm around me. I really have changed my ideas about him. He's not that bad a guy after all. Well, the way he kisses, who would say anything else?
January 4th
Later
Did I mention how nice James smells? I know it's a weird thing to say, but I expected all boys to reek of sweat and bad deodorant. But James has a nice, soap-like clean smell about him.
Oh, damn, is my deodorant working?
January 6th
Breakfast
I was called to Dumbledore's office again. James promised to keep my pancakes warm, which they are.
I strode towards the stone gargoyle, and it sprung to life as I said the password (Liquorice Wands), and climbed the stairs. I like gargoyles, I've decided. They're really unusual, but cool all the same.
Just like what was waiting in Dumbledore's office.
A girl my age was sitting quietly in mid-conversation with Dumbledore. She had sleek, shiny black hair that fell to her waist, dark hazel-grey eyes and a nice smile. She pushed her glasses up her nose, and reminded me vaguely of Remus. A trunk and a caged hawk owl were on the floor beside her.
Dumbledore smiled when he saw me. He was resting his chin on his fingertips and surveying the girl with interest. I sat down.
'Right. Introductions first, don't you think? This is Naomi Daniels,' Dumbledore told me, gesturing towards the girl. 'And this is Lily Evans.' He told Naomi, nodding at me.
I smiled at Naomi. She looked nervous.
'Would you care for a sherbet lemon?' asked Dumbledore. 'They're a Muggle sweet I've grown rather fond of.' I took one from the bowl he held out and sat sucking.
'I've summoned you to my office, Miss Evans, because, after my little chat with Naomi, she was Sorted (in a rather more private fashion than the first years) into Gryffindor.'
I grinned at Naomi. She smiled back rather sheepishly.
'I want you, as Head Girl, to be a sort of, tour guide, if you must. Show Naomi around for her first week or so, and help her get settled in. I understand perfectly if you two do not become best of friends, but I would like to request that you do this for me, Miss Evans, with no complaint, about Miss Daniels or otherwise.'
'Sure. No problem.'
'Excellent. I am afraid I will have to leave you to it, as there is a rather unpleasant letter I have to reply to before tomorrow for the Ministry of Magic. Good day. Oh, and Miss Daniels, I will have someone take your trunk and owl to your dorm later on.'
'Bye, Professor.' I said, turning and leading Naomi into the magical world of Hogwarts.
OK, not really into the magical world of Hogwarts, just into a corridor where some Slytherin third year's had let of a couple of hundred Dungbombs. But still, a girl can be hopeful, right?