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To Vegs: thanks!
Chapter Two: In Which Lily is Get's a New Room, An Invitation and Stuffed Into a Bridesmaid's Dress.
July 4, 1978
My House
My "New Room"8:43 am
Yes, dearest diary. I know I left you hanging there yesterday with my startling realization. But I have it on good authority that you will not go blabbing my secretes to anyone. Or else it is the flaming fires for you, and don't think for a minute that I wouldn't do it…I would.
So, since it is so liberating to finally tell someone about my love of James Potter (if it could be called that), I think I will say it again. I Love James Potter!
Though I have always considered him evil…so essentially I am in love with evil? That can't be good. What does that say about me?
I don't care.
I Love James Potter!
I feel I should tell the world!
July 4, 1978
My House
My "New Room"8:55 am
I have decided against telling the whole world about my newfound love of James Potter, for two reasons:
The Lily Evans that everyone knows and loves does not love James Potter. She never has and she never will…because she is "cool and aloof and gorgeous yet dangerous with a temper to match her beautiful, fiery hair".
…I swear dearest diary, those are not my words…they are actually Potters. They're sweet yet slightly stalkerish, aren't they? They make me feel like a "goddess divine" (…also his phrase.)
And Lily Evans will not let James Potter know. And if Lily Evans told anyone in the wizarding world that she may be in love James Potter, James Potter would somehow find out and never let her live it down.
Those are my reasons and I'm sticking to them. Yes…that's exactly my point! Thank you. Everyone would think I had gone soft if I admitted that I finally have fallen for James Potter, Gryffindor Playboy/ Quidditch Captain Extraordinaire…who is finally off me, it would be so ironic!
I would be chasing the boy who had been chasing me for six years…after he'd stopped chasing me! That's so incredibly sad! I'd be one of those girls in the cheesy romance novels, lusting after the boy that pays no attention to her. So she just has fantasies about him all day long, as she pines for his affections and writes every blasted thing she thinks about him in her stupid diary.
Oh dear sweet Merlin…I'm becoming the stereotypical cheesy romance girl!
I must put the quill down to keep the little dignity that I have left…
July 4, 1978
My House
My "New Room"9:15 am
Or maybe I should just talk about something else?
Yeah! That's what I'll do. So, dearest diary. You are wondering where my wonderful parents have put me, while the Monster-In-Laws-To-Be are staying in our humble abode.
Well, let me tell you, they have not spared in the slightest for their youngest daughter. Oh no. They haven't. In fact, they haven't shelled out any money at all. They've placed me in…the cupboard under the stairs.
Yes. You read it correctly.
The Cupboard Under The Stairs.
My parents claim this cupboard is an extra bedroom, but that doesn't explain why there are mops and cleaning supplies and Christmas decorations in here! What a joke!
Who ever invented these miniature rooms is insane. They can't even hold the cleaning supplies, let alone house a person!
Oh sure, Mum took all that stuff out, and stuffed in a mattress…but this room is so tiny and there's no light. I had to use lumos and wingardum levosa my wand so I could see what I was writing.
And you should see Petty. She and Vernon think it is hilarious that my parents have stuffed me into a cupboard. Oh ha ha, Petty and Dur. Laugh it up! I only stay in this sad excuse for a room to stay away from Petty and The Dur… but they stll torment me by stomping up and down the stairs at least fifty times a day just to make the dust fall on my head.
Oh ho…if only I could hex them into next centaury. But I keep reminding myself that that kind of thinking is bad and I would be expelled from Hoggy Warty Hogwarts.
July 4, 1978
My House
My "New Room"10:30 am
Incidentally. Have you ever noticed that Hoggy Warty Hogwarts isn't the most appetizing name? Or is that just me?
And I find it a bit strange that any school should have a song where the words include hoggy and warty. Talk about a limited vocabulary…someone was definitely lacking in the adjective department.
July 4, 1978
My House
My "New Room"10:33 am
Though I suppose since it is a school where the students learn magic and use things like bat brains and learn how to hex the snot out of someone, Hoggy and Warty fit quite nicely.
July 4, 1978
My House
My "New Room"10:40 am
Dearest Diary, do you have any idea how fun it is to hex the snot out of someone?
Who have I done that too, you ask? Why James Potter of course. Oh that was a fun DADA class. I may have been a little overzealous with my stunning charm…ok so maybe I did a completely different hex…I still got top marks.
Spigwit loves me.
So now—hey! I just got an owl! It's from Lela! Oh joy of joys! A message from the outside world!
But HARK! What is that I hear? Oh, it's a lovely summon from my loving sister…I guess you'll just have to wait, dear little letter.
Until later, dearest diary.
July 4, 1978
My House
My "New Room"6:00 pm
Ok, so Lela is still in Italy. Stupid cow. But she does send me her loving thoughts… a lot of bloody good company those will be.
But for better news, she wants to meet me in Diagon Ally two weeks before school starts and then she wants me to stay at her house, since "your home-life sounds horrid."
She's so thoughtful! That's why I love her so!
But she also said, "you can only stay if you tell me all the stories in which you are humiliated."
Oh thank you, she's a true friend. NOT!
July 4, 1978
My House
My "New Room"9:17 pm
Well I do have one story.
I was bodily removed from my cupboard by tyranny personified (aka my parents), thrown into the back of the car and driven seven million miles to this horrid dress shop. There, I was promptly stuffed into this hideous (and I mean gag reflex hideous) neon orange dress. It had flounces and ruffles and bows and sequins…you know it's bad if there are sequins. Then this crazy lady with the tape measure and pins started to make the dress so tight I could scarcely breathe, or sit or walk or eat…or move at all for that matter. I think she was trying to suffocate me…probably on Petty's orders.
And Neon Orange? Who does that? Why do they even make a dress that colour! Does anyone look good in that colour?
I didn't think so.
But it clashes beautifully with my hair. I think Petty did it out of spite. But the jokes on her. Though I may look hideous in the one time wearing of the dress, she has to look at me being hideous in it for the rest of her life in her wedding photos.
Ha ha.
July 4, 1978
My House
My "New Room"Staring at my new, disgusting dress.
10:05 pm
Yes, I re-read my last entry and I sound petty. I mean, the dress really is completely gross…but I really do love my sister. Really! I'm glad that she's allowed me to be in her wedding. I mean, sixteen years of sisterly affection have to count for something, don't they?
It's just that she's driving me insane. What with the wedding a mere…two weeks away! She's been torturing me. Between the dress fittings and going on diets because I need to look stick thin for her wedding and Merlin knows what. And she's been hounding our parents to get her things…like they aren't paying for her entire wedding.
I think she thinks that our parents love me better than her. But she need only look under the stairs for the answer to that question, doesn't she.
Well only 14 days until the wedding and a month and 12 days until I go to Lela's.
Cross your fingers, dearest diary.
July 4, 1978
My "New Room"Holding the Door shut with my foot as Dur thunders past.
10:07 pm
Or…pages, since you don't have fingers.
July 4, 1978
My "New Room"Shaking Dust off My Pillows.
10:08 pm
Can you really even cross your pages? That'd be a little difficult wouldn't it?
July 4, 1978
My "New Room"Lying on the Now Dust-Free Pillows.
10:10 pmWell…just wish me luck, dearest Diary. That seems easier.