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Charmelite and Abarraine. 2005. 14 June.

When She Smiles:

Without Definite Aim

5 November, 1983

LILEA

Random: without definite aim, direction, rule, or method.

That is what you would call today and everyone's attitudes, well mainly May and mine. Wow, talk about crazy. We definitely woke up with the happy bug this morning, and there isn't even really a reason why. Maybe all the stress that has been building up finally made us lose our sanity. Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's it.

May was extremely happy today because she got to sleep in while I woke up with the sun to go to Ancient Runes. So, I got up, took a shower, dressed in the usual black robes and gold and red tie, which I didn't even bother to tie. I left my hair down, which has to be a first since... oh I don't know, three weeks. It curled up in ringlets, like usual, and reached my lower back. I'm thinking about a hair cut... I'm not sure yet.

I threw on my black buckle shoes and skipped down the stairs to the common room. I think I looked like a first grader back in muggle elementary school. My red ringlet hair, still damp, was flying behind me, my buckle shoes made a soft, dom dom, topped off with my jumper, yes, we have to wear either jumpers or skirts—creating the effect of the innocent book worm. I swear we need some major fashion designers here. We could do with some good old bell bottoms and bright, flashy colors.

The Marauders and I went down to eat breakfast. I practically skipped the whole way down, singing muggle songs while James, Sirius, Peter, and Remus laughed at me.

"Lily, you've gone completely insane." Sirius laughed at me as I twirled down the hall.

"Sirius, my sister has told me that since the day I was born, that's old news." I continued to twirl, careful not to knock an innocent bystander down in the process.

"I didn't know you had a sister." Remus looked up from the book he was reading.

"She's eighteen." I stopped twirling for fear of spewing what little contents I had in my stomach. I swayed on me feet then started walking dizzily towards the Great Hall once more, James quickly grabbed my elbow so I didn't fall flat on my face.

"Lighten up on the twirls, chica." James teased while shoving me.

"Unkind, that was an unkind thing to do." I looked up at him, he was just so dang tall! Revenge is needed so... I shoved him.

"Now, if we must speak of unkind Miss Evans, that was it." Sirius wagged his finger at me as James smirked.

"Don't be a hyporcite, Lily! You'll never hear the end of it... you'd be amazed at how long they remember the irrelevant." Remus laughed at the stupid antics of his friends while trying to give me advise.

"Tra la la la la! Tra la la la la! La De Da! Tra la la la la!" I sang as I once again took up my twirling, this time it was more ballet moves—twirl here, jump there, circle hop-kick, spiral over towards the window...

"Marmalade. That just sounds nasty." I said as Peter asked James for the pear marmalade at breakfast. We had finally made it to the Great Hall, and with a record time of twenty-three minutes to spare before Runes.

"How could it possibly be nasty? Think about it! It's chock full of sugar, and honey, and pears and-" Peter was cut off from his never ending list of junk in the marmalade.

"And preservatives that will keep you from rotting in your grave." I said while pouring chocolate milk over my honey nut cheerios I had brought down from our stock supply under my bed.

"And what do you think you're doing? That is good chocolate milk!" Peter tried to grab the milk out of my hand as I began to pour some in my glass to drink.

"Whoa Pete, wait your turn, the bottle is forever refilling." I laughed at his freakish necessity of always having the chocolate milk by his left elbow.

James couldn't stop laughing and pestering Pete about his Marmalade love. Remus was resting his head in his hands and looked to be sleeping. I glanced over and saw Sirius cowering away from a tall, well taller than me thick girl with brunette hair. She was sitting next to him. I couldn't place her name, but by the looks of her tie, she was a Hufflepuff. Her face was layered in pore-clogging make-up. Who was she? Oh well, Sirius didn't seem to care much for her, he actually picked up Remus' abandoned book and started to read. That got her away.

I went back to listening to what Peter was babbling about. At least James was still laughing. Hmm, still on the Marmalade topic, I swear he has one brain cell and it's tuned in to the food station.

"Marmalade is not disgusting! Sure, its clear looking, but so is jelly!" Peter seemed to be plunking out the same key on the piano—that Marmalade is not gross.

"Let's think about this Pete, shall we?" I rubbed my chin while filling my spoon with cereal. "We'll start by dissecting the name... Hmmm, Mar—kinda rhymes with lar...hmmm, lard. Now the middle portion, me...my, my lard. So far, not so good. And lade...yuck. Please Pete, don't make me think about it anymore! Please!" I begged him, my hands clasped together. James had unfortunately just taken a sip of his milk, because he spit it out as a result of laughing and it sprayed the sleeping Remus. He shot up with a jolt and glared at us. We were all red in the face and unable to put together a full word, all our sounds came out in gasps and laughs. He looked ready to kill.

The next second was a blur, Remus had picked up the open jar of marmalade and stuck his hand in it before smothering James in the face with the sticky yellow, preservative-filled goop. James quickly retaliated, after some shock, with Pete's newly returned chocolate milk— which kept pouring and pouring and pouring over Remus until Peter grabbed it out of James' hand and through Porridge at him in turn for 'hurting his poor chocolate baby'. I quickly jumped under the table, getting squished by knees and occasionally getting sprayed with milk or jelly spills. However, the hide out was well worth it. Do you know how sticky marmalade is?

I didn't have to wait long before I heard McGonagall's sharp voice giving each of the breakfast-colored Marauders detention.

"Please pass forward your Binomial expression essays." Runes class was worse than potions. All the mathematics could kill you if you didn't already have a solid foundation of algebra, then you have to use intense thinking—not to mention have your brain tuned to another level. It's brain wrecking. Occasionally it has me in tears because I don;'t understand it, but then, if I think about it for an hour I usually can understand it. usually. I might be smart, but I have to work really hard for it. In fact, there are only eighteen people in the entire 6th year class taking Runes. I'm amazed that Sirius is in it, but then I suppose if he actually tries he's easily the smartest in our year. But Peter, it's just suicide for him. He has to take all the classes his friends take. Is he looking for protection or just associated fame?

"Oh Crap! I forgot that sodding essay!" Sirius whispered panicky from the seat on my left. I laughed, then leaned over and whispered in his ear, but the whole class heard me.

"Nuts and bolts, nuts and bolts, you are screwed!" I burst out laughing, as did the whole class. Even our teacher laughed. This may be a hard subject, but the teacher is the best.

"Nice." James said as he held up his hand for a high-five.

"That was a smart aleck comment, you're coming along nicely mon ami— but what did it mean? I got the screwed part, but nuts and bolts..." Sirius looked at me puzzled.

"Nuts and bolts are muggle things that help screw a building together. And by screw I mean they are stick the building together. Understand?"

"Yeah! cool! ... hey, that's not very nice!" and Sirius gave me a noogie. I knew I shouldn't have introduced the noogie to James earlier...

"May, please pass the potatoes!" It's dinner, finally! This day seemed like it went on forever. But now May's by my side and has been since before lunch. I definitely needed her!

"Okay Remus!" May yelled back. The day had been like that— yell, laugh, make fun off people, skip down the hall...

"Lily, why do Muggles own hair dryers?" Sirius asked me with a mouth full of roast beef.

"So they can dry their hair." I answered while putting more mustard on my beef.

"But why do they need to dry it?"

"Because... May a little help?" I looked over at May and saw a fearful sight. Her eyes were twinkling and her mouth was doing a funny 'I'm-up-to-something grin'. She stood up and grabbed Sirius by his arm and led him over to the Hufflepuff table. I followed, I had to see this!

May walked up to Kimberley Shrinehook, a popular make-up queen.

"Hey Kimberley, I have a question." May asked.

"Hi Sirius, you are so hott!"

"Umm, hey, Kim, question!" I butted in.

"Anything for Sirius."

"Kim! Earth to Kim! Why do you dry your hair?" May asked, picking up my muggle phrase.

"Haha, oh 'cus it makes my hair dry. hehe"

"Okay thanks!" with that Sirius grabbed May's shoulder and my arm and ran to our table, laughing the whole way. And sufficiently deterring Sirius off of the topic for a good while.

It was so stupid, how they flaunt themselves. Sirius doesn't seem too interested in girls lately.

"This is incredible! The time has come! This day I will make those vegetables mine!" I sang as I scooped peas onto my plate.

"You're cat's name is Mr. Bonkers?" Sirius asked Peter after dinner.

"Well, you're in good luck Prongs, the bar has closed early, you can swim in the lake!" Sirius yelled to James as they ran outside to play tag. A usual site.

"The bar, Padfoot?"

"You are reminiscing about your dear departed cat?" May asked Peter.
"...and we set up a Mr. Bonkers memorial slide show in the library..." Peter drug off, sniffling.

"Lily? Did you hear about those chicken nugget prices?" May asked me as we sat by the water's edge as the boys ran around like maniacs.

"Oh mate, give it a shot, I'll fill in the blanks." Remus yelled trying to make Peter look bad.

"You're a dog Padfoot, a dirty dirty dirty, dirty dog, padfood."

"Errt errt, eert, errt, Every body dance now! eerrt errt errt! eert!"

"That's cool... no, that's survival!"

"Marie Counter made her creamy mashed potatoes with butter!"
"Pete, Shut up!" a chorus of voices.

"Pride is to lion as what is to goose?"
"flagude!"
"No, gaggle!"

"It's time to bust out the heavy artillery!"

Right, I'm done. Those were just a few weird moments of the day. Oh! Can you believe I got a letter from Ben yesterday! I was so thrilled! I wrote him back last night, telling him about all the things I'd done— about Quidditch and my problems with it and Joe, about singing in the restaurant that one day, playing footbal, and I even told him about my classes. Not to mention how sorry I was about his girl issues. He's such a great guy, he'll find the perfect girl, and that Sera just doesn't deserve him.

Well, its late and we've been goofing off. I need to do my homework.

Goodnight!

Lily

This is one of my many favorite entries, just because you have to stop, picture it, then laugh. This entry was written by Abarraine.

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