A/N: I hope you like this chapter,
Disclaimer: not mine
Chapter five.
Woah, it's weird without Emma being here, eh?
It's really no different actually, she never wrote in this diary.
Moony, I meant that it's weird not because she's not writing in this diary, but because she's not actually on the Hogwarts grounds.
It's only been a day.
It sucks.
We know.
I don't want to talk about it.
Okay, I can respect that.
What?
I can respect that.
Um, Wormtail? Why are you talking weird?
I am definitely not speaking weirdly, I am speaking properly, which is not something I could say about you James.
Since when do you call me James?
I have decided to call you James now, because I am trying to become an educated and learned and intelligent man.
Does he realize that all those words mean the same thing?
Err, why do you want to be smart?
So I can acquire for myself a decent occupation with a decent wage.
Never going to happen.
Don't mind him Wormtail, he's just in a bad mood because his girlfriend ran away to France to go and drink champagne and make out with French boys.
Shut up Lupin.
What job do you want Wormtail?
I want to be the head of the bank of Gringott's. In addition, I must ask you not to refer to me as Wormtail; I would like to be known as Peter WormHeart Pettigrew!
Wormtail, do you know that that name doesn't suit you and that you are not a goblin?
The name is Peter Wormheart Pettigrew,and your point is?
The head of Gringott's has always been a goblin, for thousands or years, as long as it has been open actually.
Oh well, that sucks, now I have to think of something else to be.
So now you're back to Wormtail?
Yep, oh! I know what I'm going to be!
What?
A cleaner at St. Mungos!
Oh, how very 'ambitious' of you.
What are you going to be Moony?
I'm not really sure. There's not many people who would hire a werewolf, too dangerous.
That's stupid, you couldn't harm a fly. Consciously anyway.
Yeah. What about you?
Auror.
Should have known. James wants to save the world or whatever.
Padfoot?
I want to be Superman.
What?
I want to be Superman. Do you have a problem?
Why do you want to be him?
Two reasons: 1, because he's cool and 2, because Lois is hot.
Right. You realize that he's a fictional character?
No he's not, he's real.
Well then, you might need a back up plan, in case someone else gets there first.
In that case, I'll be an Auror.
Copycat.
What?
You copied me!
I so did not!
You so did!
Whatever you reckon James, I'm not in the mood to fight, let's sneak into Hogsmeade and get drunk.
Good plan.
Err, James?
Yah?
What's with the shoelaces?
Woah man, don't you go bagging my rainbow shoelaces.
I'm sorry.
You should be!
Well I am!
Good!
…
Diarecordium spell.
"Hey! Hey Plongsie!" Sirius laughed,
"Yesh Feetles?" he replied,
"Let's have a dairy flight!" he shouted,
"I would Feetles, but my dairy isn't here! Oh wait, yes it is!" he laughed, as he downed the rest of his seventh butterbeer, "Waiter! I mean, waitress! I need some more alcohol and some more stuff to make me drunk."
"Haven't you had enough?" she asked,
"No." he slurred, "I have only had seven b-bears and three firewhizzies. So get me more woman! Now!"
"Okay, sir. Coming right up. You didn't have to be rude." She muttered the last sentence as she left to get them more alcohol.
"Feetles!" Sirius shouted,
"Yes James?" James replied, they kept mixing up each other's names.
"Padfoot! We must have a dairy flight! Now!" he banged his fist on the table very hard, not feeling any pain he usually would have, because the alcohol had numbed him.
"I think the waitress was right." Remus said, "You two have drunk enough. Let's go back to the castle. Now."
"Excuse me, I have three things to say Rebecca," Sirius slurred, pointing at Remus, who wasn't bothered with correcting him, "1. We aren't half as drunk as we need to be, and B. you're not my mother; and 4. I forgot what I was going to say. Oh yeah, shut up."
"Whatever. Come, now. We're going."
"Okay!" James said, throwing thirteen galleons on the table and following Remus out the door, not realizing that he had seriously overpaid.
Diarecordium Spell Terminated.
That was fun guys; we should hang out more often.
That's basically all we do, when we're not in classes and apart from pranking.
Nuh uh!
Where did you guys go?
To the Pig's Ass.
No, we went to the Hog's Head, because James and Sirius felt that they needed to become intoxicated to forget the fact that Emma left yesterday.
She did? Oh that's weird. She told me she had seven months before she left. She lied!
Padfoot, she didn't tell you that.
She did so! You want to fight me? Huh pal? Huh? Come on, let's dairy flight!
Right.
On the topic of Emma, she wrote messages to everyone in Lily's diary, I found out while you were gone. Mine was nothing special though.
Gimmee!
Sirius! I don't have them! Let me go!
Oh, okay. Well I want to go and see what my message said.
a/n; what did you think? the whole 'dairy flights' thing came from something my friend said (lol BB) on msn one time, very funny.
please review!
signing out,
pinocchio
