5th May, 1995
Bedroom, 12 Grimmauld Place
12:42 PM
Curses and bugger and frog's eyes and bat's ears!
12:43 PM
My life is overrrrrr.
12:44 PM
And not over as in, like, I'm dead. Because I'm not.
12:45 PM
But I might as well die and get it over with!
12:46 PM
I wonder if anyone'll notice if I stay in here for the rest of my living days?
12:47 PM
Oh, but not that anyone will care. By the time they find me, I'll just be a rotting stinking corpse of withered bones that are pliable and mushy because after all that's what the Healers told me what my bones really are and that's why I can metamorph and I'll just be holdign a moht-eatne voerdeu peice of Coakraoch Clustre and Meriln, I can't enve spel proprely anyrmoe adn I mite as wel dieeeee.
12:51 PM
And I'm never going downstairs ever again!
12:52 PM
I should tell you what happened.
Well, it all started with my date with John, you see. He floo'ed me in the morning and told me that we were going to go to a rather fancy French restaurant so I should dress up a bit. Sure enough, I dug out my little black dress with the pink lace trim, and I wore my good pink heels with matching purse. Did my hair up in one of those tricky little French knots, and I decided I looked perfect.
Remus wasn't home, so I had no distracting moments when I came down the stairs, at least. I met up with John at the front of the restaurant, and he'd broughtfor me a huge bouquet of roses. I suppose I haven't mentioned to him that I get allergies and that I'd really rather a nice big box of chocolate instead. Ah well, it's the thought that counts, I guess.
Anyway, the restaurant was a really upper-class ritzy place. Its name was Les Petits Mangent (which roughly translates to "the small eat" or "the small ones eat" which makes no sense whatsoever) and John'd reserved a balcony overlooking the city. It was beautiful, and John had even gotten a violinist to serenade us while we ate.
I had frog's legs and escargot, as well as bouillabaisse and some meat dish John ordered for us to share. Some sort of veal, I think.
Anyway, after we had dinner, John took us to a coffeehouse, with all these exotic types of drinks and things, and we had dessert there, as well as a really long conversation.
I found out a lot about John, and I think I'm really warming up to him. I learnt that he'd been working for the Ministry since he got out of Hogwarts, and that he has a younger sister in Hogwarts named Lavender, in Harry's year, surprisingly, and one of Hermione's dorm mates. His middle name's Laomedon, and he was born on July third.
I told him a bit about the Order, too; I trust him enough to tell him. His reaction wasn't really surprising, actually; he told me he'd rather if I stopped being in the Order, because I "might fracture a bone or break an arm" and "the field's too dangerous for a lovely woman like you". I appreciate his worry for me, but I'm not a bloody child, honestly, and the war's so much more than breaking a bone. It's about salvaging what's good in this life, like love, and friends and family, and dark chocolate above all because it just rocks.
Another thing that bugged me, though, was what he said when I let slip that one of my best friends is a werewolf. He said (this is a direct quote, by the way) "don't you feel unsafe around him? Maybe you should stop fraternising with a Dark creature so often."
Well, I gave him a piece of my mind, then, and when I calmed down enough he told me he just worried for me. Siggghhhhh. He's so sweet.
And then -
No, I'd just like to dwell on the pretty parts of my evening, thanks.
1:07 PM
... I let him kiss me.
He was walking me home because it's such a lovely warm night, and I stopped two blocks from Grimmauld Place because we're not allowed to show anyone out of the Order where Headquarters is. Anyway, I said that I'd had a wonderful night, and he sort of leaned down to kiss me, and I think I got carried away with the strange resemblance and everything.
I sort offorgothewasjohnandpretendedhewasremus.
I didn't mean to, I swear! I just sort of... drifted, and before I knew it, he had silver-grey streaks in his hair and amber-brown eyes, and we ended up with my arms around his shoulders and his hands placed rather snugly on my waist, and I found out he's a pretty good kisser.
Then - disaster.
...My life is over!
1:14 PM
...Remus Apparated in just behind me.
Well, John saw him first and we pulled away, then Remus looked very coldly at John, then at me, and he said icily, "Excuse me," and swept past us, but when he looked at me he had seemed almost - I don't know, hurt, with his eyes dark and hard. John just stared after him and muttered indignantly, "how rude!" before wishing me a good night and Disapparating.
So, now my chances with Remus are screwed. When I got home he was locked in his room and he wouldn't reply to my knocking. I still have John, I suppose. And I reckon he's good for a nice snog every now and then.
But what to do? The Veritasamo Potion is still in effect, and it'll be for almost another month now. If I don't get enough courage to tell Remus how much I like him, I'll have to tell the truth to him for the rest of my bloody life, which for sure'll be a utter and complete disaster.
1:19 PM
I am never going down there ever again. I will starve in this godforsaken room with nothing but an overdue piece of Coakroach Cluster for company and die a horrible death.
My life is over.
A/N: Well, I'd finished this chapter on the 29th, but somehow when I opened it the next day all the text had been replaced by spaces. Horrible. Had to type it all up again.
Notes on John's history and name: yes, his sister is the Lavender we know. I really don't know if she's an only child or not, but I figured that she's such a minor character she could do with a brother in my fic. ;-)
If you have time, look up Laomedon on a search engine. He was a mythlogical Greek king, who was famous for having a specific trait. Yes, his namesake's trait will foreshadow what is going to happen in later chapters.
Also, if you read between the lines, you might have realised that John bears an uncanny likeness to Remus. He looks basically the same (brown hair, brownish eyes) and his first name is actually Remus' real middle name. However, his personality is completely different. I'm sure John will have a bigger role in the next few chapters (as he actually might bring Remus and Tonks together. Awesome, eh?), but for now, just speculate.
I know this is a horribly long author's note, but I just want to thank, again, my reviewers for the last two chapters:
Pickledishkiller, Carnivalgirl, starnat, captianjack, crazy turtle, SCK all that's missing is U, FCK all that's missing is U, iamari, MeganLeigh (I burst out laughing at your review, too XD), Unforgettable, A Panda From CTY, Gred, Nicky, SilverStar24, Phillippa of the Phoenix, LupinLovesTonks, LilypEoVtAtNeSr (I didn't get your name until I really looked at it o.O) and flightless wren! Yay! Thanks to you all!
P.S - to my older sister who will inevitably be reading this - go do your studying. You shouldn't be reading fanfiction when your exams are coming up in a week or two. So go away. o:-)