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THE DIARY OF SIRIUS BLACK

The SECRET Journal of Sirius Black, Esquire

Do not open on pain of death unless of course you are Sirius

Or James Potter, also Esquire

October 32

Waiiiit...that's not even a day. WOW that pumpkin juice James gave me must have had something in it...

First off, I must say that the Marauders are the most brilliant people to ever exist...second, I am the leader of the Marauders, third...right, I'll stop there. Besides, Jamesy-boy would kill me if he knew that I really was the leader...or cry...hmm.

Right. Sorry. So the reason that SOMEONE put something in my pumpkin juice...it all started with the cannonball; no, that was because Peter missed Prissy Narcissy's head and the pudding landed on Dumbledore...sorry, I'm a bit confused right now. It really started with James's not-so-great idea that turned into one of the proudest moments of my life, watching Snivelly run screaming through the water and...

Get ahold of yourself, Sirius!

...right, just got back from a very cold shower, now I'm awake enough to...(blob)

Perhaps I should continue this later, when I'm more (smear) awake umbrella snork puddings sound good James didn't do it I swear waiiit...orang banana pudding (smear, inkblot)

Is it bad that I consider the worst part of that falling-asleep-while-writing sentence to be the fact that I spelled "orange" wrong?

OKAY OKAY I'M AWAKE NOW! Note to self: thank Moony for that lovely potion, some Muggle thing or other. Coughee? Something like that...wow this stuff makes you alert...

Right. The Prank to end all pranks. Except for the time we got Snivelly to follow a trail of gumdrops through the entire school and hexed his hair pink when he said that he was following them because he "suspected something"...stupid git.

So last night, Halloween, Remus and I went down to the Great Hall and walked in like we didn't know what day it was (right). We sat down at our usual table, my little brother the prick looking over at us suspiciously, and waited for the show to begin.

You should have seen the look on my cousin's face when water began to rise out of the floor. She screamed bloody murder and nearly jumped into Snivelly's arms (I swear, that's the one and only time I will EVER feel sorry for the greasy arse...and by "sorry", I mean "not-but-it-looks-noble-to-write-it"). Remus looked like he was going to die laughing. By the time the water reached table level, everyone was standing in their food on the tables—you could hear the girls complaining about their robes—but they didn't realize that...well, wood floats, y'know...

Enter Prongs.

James and Peter flung open the doors and sailed in. Yes, sailed in. My brilliant idea, if I do say so myself...James nodded to us and we took off our robes...

Yes, dear reader, I will let you rest on that lovely image.

I am not a stupid bigheaded prick, Moony! Git was reading over my shoulder, you'll have to pardon him, he's just a slow werewolf WHO IS READING OVER MY SHOULDER AG—

(smear)

Some people just don't know when to keep to their own business. Stupid werewolves...

So, robeless, we...fine, all right, all right. CURSE YOU, MOONY STAY AWAY FROM MY DIARY! Yes, it is a diary! I'm not ashamed to admit it!

...robeless, we were not. We had the most bloody wonderful pirate outfits underneath, complete with hats! I jumped up on our already-floating table and waited until the Bloody Marauder—Peter made up the name (he's a bit mad, me lads)—came by, and Moony and I climbed aboard.

Dumbledore—we'd almost forgotten about him, so we looked over and saluted. McGonagall's robes had gotten wet, and she looked like she was ready to scream, but I think Dumbledore was trying not to laugh. Especially when we fired on the Slytherin table and started taking prisoners.

Snivelly was first, naturally. Then we made him walk the plank, and when he landed in the water we watched with, um, great amusement as he saw the absolutely brilliant shark that Moony conjured up...I would pay a thousand Galleons to see him screaming like a little girl and running through the waist-deep water again, not even noticing that we had hexed his hair pink again...

Prissy Narcissy was next of, course, and I have to say that I've never heard her bawl like that, not even when Lucy-boy ("Oh, Mr. Malfoy, can you help me? I don't think I understand this ridiculously easy potion! Oh, do show me how to stir it...") got a hair cut three weeks ago.

The teachers finally gave us detention when one of our fake cannonballs broke the staff table in half. It was bloody worth it, though.

Happy Halloween!

And you, reader that I met earlier...I've forgotten your name...we were robeless. Technically.

Sirius Black, Esq.

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