Lily

Chapter 11-It All Falls Down

Operation Logan Johnson has been aborted, diary. I know what you're thinking, 'Why, Lily, why?' It was such a brilliant plan. I was going to gain my revenge, my spite, my vindication upon all those who had tortured me through this boy. I was going to prove myself to the school of Hogwarts. I am Lily Evans; don't mess with me. That idea's up in flames. Burning, decaying, molding into ash.

I suppose you're wondering what happened. The curiosity is bubbling up inside of you at this very moment. How could Logan Johnson let me down? He was such a wonderful boy. Pft, wonderful. Duller than a box of rocks, that boy. Yet, I will give him credit for his perceptiveness. I've always seemed to be lacking in that department, or so Holly informs me.

Ready to know how my elaborate plan crumbled? Are you really ready to know? I can't say it really surprises me.

One name. One foul, inconsiderate, wretched name.

James Potter.

Yes, I know, it made me gasp dramatically as well.

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Thanks to my great friends Bertha Jorkins and Rita Skeeter, the entire school was talking about Logan Johnson and I. Apparently, we'd already bought matching friendship rings, snogged in the library stacks, and chosen the names of our four (four? Do they think I'm some sort of machine?) children.

As much as it would normally pain me to say this, I was thrilled that everyone was buying into the rumors. That is, everyone but Holly and Potter. Both were watching me like hawks, their eyes burning into my head in a very disturbing manner.

Before my plan crumbled, my success was at it's peak. The gossip mill was overflowing and well, I was fueling the fire as much as I could. I publicly tried knitting sweaters with Logan's name stitched into the front. Although knitting is definitely not my forte, I must say, it was doing the trick splendidly.

The day to which I'm going to speak of is well, pivotal to my tale of disappointment. It shall live on in infamy forever. I've already scribbled the date vengefully all over the cover of you, diary, this replacing Logan Johnson's name. I must say, I like this a whole lot better.

Anyways, the day started off normally. I made sure to cleverly bump into Logan several times between classes. I'd been sincerely hoping that he was daft enough not to notice my reoccurring appearance in his life.

In Transfiguration, things started to go downhill. Holly and I started scribbling notes to one another, diary, and now, I shall try and recollect them for you.

Hol, are you paying attention?

Yes, aren't you?

Um, no, not really. We all know Transfiguration isn't my cup of tea.

Too busy staring at Johnson, are you?

Well, if you must know, yes. He is extremely fit, is he not?

Fit? Since when are you using such terminology?

Since I fell hard for Logan. Isn't he breathtaking?

Hey, I'm a girl of my word. I told you, diary, that I would do whatever it takes to convince both Remus, Potter, and well, the world, that I wasn't desperate, dependent, and/or depressed.

Well, you've really got me fooled.

Hm, well, I wasn't really sure what that meant, but I'm pretty sure she was being sarcastic. So, at this point, Holly knew that my love for Logan was fraud. It was to be expected that she'd find out though. She is my best friend after all.

So, instead of lying to my friend and denying her accusation, after classes were through, I spilled the whole plan to her. I laughed, I cried, I even managed to make a sort of squeamish squeaking noise at once moment, but the point is, it was very emotional.

And do you want to know what Holly said after hearing such a bitter tale?

"Yes, yes, I knew the entire time, Lily."

She knew the entire time? How could she have known the entire time? I thought I was stealth! I thought I was clever!

I stopped talking to her for an entire fifty three minutes. Let me tell you, it was hell. I had nothing to take my mind off of the situation. Normally, I would knit, but now that the whole 'plot' is out in the open, what would the point be in knitting a sweater for Logan Johnson? I tried knitting a sweater for Jules, but predictably, she tore it to shreds. Lousy cat.

I haven't even gotten to the worst part of my story yet, either. I mean, I knew Holly wasn't going to tell the whole school I was just pretending to like Logan. I think she understood why I was doing so, but I don't think she approved.

No, the worst part about it was my little confrontation with Logan Johnson. There I was, sitting in the Common Room with an extremely fascinating book in front of me. I was absorbed, completely and entirely. Alright, so I've had a thing for romance novels lately. Shoot me.

Rebecca and Frederick were kissing passionately, while Rebecca's fiancée gazed on angrily. It was so heart-wrenching. Her fiancée was helpless, unable to do a thing. I was just waiting for him to say something.

And what do you know it, just at the good part, Logan Johnson taps me on the shoulder and asks me for a work.

Excuse me?

Naturally, I followed him, mainly because nearly everyone in the Common Room was watching us. As he led me out into the hall, I felt someone gaze penetrating sharply into my back. Of course, I didn't even have to look to know. James Potter. Surprisingly, he was smirking in a sort of satisfied manner. I didn't really think anything of it at first, but now I know and well, I could have smacked him.

It was really odd to actually hear Logan speak since I can't say I've held a conversation with him. He seemed a bit scared of me, which was also something new. I hadn't really instilled fear into anyone. I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel good.

"Um, Lily, I'd really appreciate it if you'd stop telling people I was your boyfriend," he told me, blunt as anything. What if I really had liked him? What if it wasn't a game? He would have been breaking my already damaged heart. But, I didn't like him and it was a game so really, I found it quite entertaining.

"Me? You? Relationship?"

It was sort of a rhetorical question that wasn't really meant to be answered. I'd hoped to confuse him, but I guess he was smarter than I gave him credit for.

"That's what people have been saying," he told me. "And I really don't know where it's coming from. Some of the things I've been hearing though are starting to creep me out."

"Like what?" I inquired innocently, knowing all too well that I had spread some very false rumors.

"For one, you sleep with one of my socks," he told me, an expression that clearly read disgust adorning his face.

"Well, Logan, I don't sleep with one of your socks, nor do I sleep with anything pertaining to you whatsoever. I really have no idea what you're talking about."

"Lily, everyday you walk up behind me and smell my robes," Logan pointed out.

"Oh, you noticed that?"

"Well, yeah I did. It's kind of hard not to," he explained. The two of us remained silent for quite some time before he elaborated a bit more. "Do you want to know what James Potter told me?"

This caught my attention. What the hell did Potter have to say to Johnson anyways? They're on the same Quidditch team, so what? Me and Sirius Black are in the same house and I make a point of not talking to him as often as possible.

"He told me that only last month you were referring to me as 'The Keeper' because you didn't even know my name," he told me.

If it hadn't of been true, I'd have probably gotten extremely offended.

"Well, Logan, keep doing a spiffing job on the pitch!" I mumbled quickly as I ran back into the Common Room and into my dorm.

James Potter ruined everything! He ruined all my plans. I could kick him in the neck right about now.

Now that the school no longer can gossip about me and Logan, they've moved onto bigger and better things. Or should I say, moved back.

Now that me and Logan are split, I've apparently gone back to Snape for a reconciliation.

I'm going to go rip every single hair out of head! Bye now!

Lily, the disgruntled.

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