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-ShIvErInG sMiLe- damn loopholes…
From the Diary of Lily Catherine Evans
October 21st, 1976
7:34 PM
Today has been very interesting to say the least.
I got a letter from Mum and Dad this morning, giving me details about Petty's wedding ("the centerpieces are just divine, Lily!" ) and asking me about school ("How's that fighting class of yours, Defense something, the one with the new teacher?") and it made me feel very guilty as it's late October and I haven't written them at all yet.
Potter saw me writing in here the other day, and now he won't stop bothering me about it.
Like right now for example.
Just told Potter that if he didn't stop bothering me, I'd give him detention. He countered by telling me that he already had detention, so I put a Silencio charm on him, which causes temporary relief but I will pay for it with a double helping of the old Potter charm later, I'm sure. Hmm, sarcasm doesn't translate well to the written page, does it?
Ah, now his friends are glaring at me. Except Remus, because he doesn't do things like that.
At least, not to my face.
I'll just have to avoid the lot of them for a while. In fact, I'll try and make it permanent.
Hmm. I seem to have made a lot of goals for myself in this entry, so I'm just going to make it easier:
1. Ignore Potter & Company to the best of my ability.
2. Stop writing in diary while in public, as certain people are starting to become rather too interested in it for my tastes.
3. Write to Mum and Dad.
Hey, did you hear about Honeydukes?
What about it?
They're coming out with a new candy for Halloween- they're called Cauldron Cakes.
Do tell.
Well, the advert says they are "delightful and delicious." That's funny, so am I.
You keep telling yourself that, Prongs. Actually, Madame Rosmerta will be having a Halloween special down at the Three Broomsticks all this week, now that you mention it.
Oh?
Yep. If you come wearing something blue, you get two sickles off a giant blue margarita.
You know, Padfoot, I'm fairly well off, I think I can afford to wear what I like and pay full price.
Well, I'm not so much promoting the economic upside as I am promoting the idea of drinking something giant and blue.
Point.
You know who else is having a Halloween special?
Who?
Celestina Warbeck- new album.
God I hate that woman. She's got no range and you can hardly understand a word she says.
All the makings of a professional singer.
Mr. Padfoot is curious: what thoughts do you lads have for Mischief Night this year?
Mr. Prongs is ashamed to admit that he has not given it much thought, as he has been far too busy with his personal life.
Mr. Wormtail can only say at this time that he hopes sincerely that this year's mischief will not conclude in the four of us cleaning out bed pans in the Hospital Wing.
Mr. Moony hopes to avoid the Hospital Wing completely, and advises his fellows to forgo their annual Mischief Night marauding.
That's because Mr. Moony is a goody-two-shoes.
I most certainly am not.
Yes you are. "You there, you're not coloring in between the lines, that could be very dangerous! You sir, walking and chewing gum at the same time can cause accidents! You may get cavities. Miss, your shoes are a bit high, that can be hazardous and can even cause lower back problems!"
60 years from now when you come visit me in the nursing home, I am so going to run over your toes with my rocking chair.
A Notice From… the Desk of F. K. Flitwick, Charms
Cause for Notice: Disciplinary action
Notes: Pettigrew, Peter and Potter, James will be writing lines with me tonight because they interrupted class with their raucous laughter. What it was that was so funny bares further investigation.
From the Diary of Lily Catherine Evans
October 25th, 1976
11:56 PM
Things have been an absolute mess lately, but for once, it isn't Potter or Black's fault.
Jane has closed the curtains on her bed and refuses to speak to Megan (who is sleeping in the fifth year's dormitory tonight to get away from her), because Megan apparently "stabbed Jane in the heart with a rusty dagger" by agreeing to go out with Ryan Fletchley without Jane's permission. Consequently, Jane's taken to moaning pitifully like that ghost in the second floor loo and trying to share her romantic woes with Ambrosia and I, and the only way I got her to shut up was, ironically, suggesting that she put all of her thoughts and feelings about the incident into diary in order to achieve emotional satisfaction. That was a truly spectacular run on sentence.
I've found that the goals I put at the end of that last entry were very helpful, and I'll try and do them often.
Jane just asked us what rhymes with "misery."
Goals:
1. Reconcile Jane and Megan- for my and Ambrosia's sanity, if nothing else
2. Look into activities and Potter and Black- prolonged innocence is sketchy.
3. Improve sentence structure- must learn to avoid run-ons, no matter how stressed I may become.
4. Look up rhymes for "misery."
I've had a thought about Mischief Night.
Not a brill idea?
No, just a thought.
Proceed, Mr. Wormtail.
Well, instead of doing one big prank, why not do a series of little pranks- save the big blowout for next year, go out with a bang?
Mr. Wormtail, I like the way you think.
Here we go again…
From the Diary of Lily Catherine Evans
October 29th, 1976
10:00 p.m.
Jane's in her bed crying like the world' ended because Ryan Fletchley dumped her for Deborah Finch (whom he's fancied for ages, so I don't know why he went out with Jane anyway) and Megan's still not speaking to her because she agreed to go out with Ryan Fletchley in the first place. Consequently, Jane has decided she needs neither boy nor best friend. However, this gritty resolution has not stopped her from weeping inconsolably.
10:25 p.m.
The inconsolable weeping has dwindled to sniffles, and I'm pretty sure I've seen her poke her head out from behind the curtains of her bed a few times to look at me expectantly. Ambrosia's at Quidditch practice, so I suppose I should go over and talk to her.
10:58 p.m.
After a tearful apology and a ten-minute soliloquy on Megan's part about love and loss, Jane and Megan are reunited. This is a very good thing for Ambrosia and me, who may now get some peace, and a very bad thing for Ryan Fletchley and Deborah Finch, who are currently the subjects of excessive ridicule and slander.
Goals:
1. Warn Finch and Fletchley about any attempts for their blood that may soon occur.
A Notice From… the Deputy Headmaster's Office
The students who, in no particular order, managed to:
- Turn every notice on every bulletin board in the school upside down
- Replace all the suit's of armor's helmets with pumpkins and make them sing "The Monster Mash"
- Change the Slytherin Common Room décor to a pastel pink
- Reinstate the Charms corridor hopscotch squares
- Take away the entirety of the school's food store and give the house elves various kinds of candy as replacement
will be found and punished severely. If anyone has any information regarding these pranks, we urge you to come forward.
- M. McGonagall
One more, lads?
Yes, I think six will be perfect.
Staff Meeting Transcript: Oct. 30, 1976 on the subject of "We Have Had Enough With all the F----- Pranks"
Declaration 1: Students Black, Sirius; Lupin, Remus; Pettigrew, Peter and Potter, James will be subject to inquiry regarding the painting of a clown costume onto the portrait of the Fat Lady, as well as the other pranks on which a school notice was issued this morning.
Declaration 2: Quote, Minerva McGonagall If there is another prank – ever – in the history of this school, I am not to be held responsible for what I do. End Quote
Ah... greetings, young truth seeker. I see you have found your way to my lair. How... brave... you must be. Sit, sit, young truth seeker! Once you have entered Mr. Padfoot's lair, Mr. Padfoot's tale you must hear. Or read. It is a tale of woe, a tale of horror, a tale of—
Padfoot, what the hell are you doing? Pay attention to Professor McGonagall! –Mr. Moony
Begone, foul party-pooper! You sully this sanctorum of terror!
'Sanctorum of'-- Sirius, you're sitting in Transfiguration with you wand lit, and you're holding it under your chin. You think she won't notice?
You're killing the ambience, Moony! Quit it! - ProngsOh, is it scary story time? I want to hear the scary story. Or read it. Whatever. - Wormtail
It's not a scary story! It's a twisted yarn of tragic, gruesome, horrific events which will test the courage of even the most stalwart of readers! Besides, we already know all we need to about Animagi, it's Halloween, and I want a damn scary story. Scary story me, Mr. Padfoot! – Mr. Prongs
That I shall do, young truth seeker! Now, where was I?
A tale of woe and horror.
-- The only tale of woe and horror you will be telling any time soon, Mr. Black, will be your own. – McGonagall
A Notice From… The Deputy Headmaster
((Disciplinary action))
Black, Sirius; Lupin, Remus; Pettigrew, Peter and Potter, James will serve separate detentions helping Madame Pince shelf books for passing notes and disrupting class.
Is it just me, or was Trelawney being especially spooky today?
It's just you. You aren't going to die in five years, Prongs. 'Betrayal among the best of friends,' what a load of rubbish… uh, why are we passing notes? It's lunch.
Silence is golden.
But me shouting and jumping about like a deranged monkey is more fun.
A Notice From… the Student Authority Center
Prefect Issuing Notice: Evans, Lily
Student Receiving Notice: Black, Sirius
Cause for Notice: Shouting and jumping about like a deranged monkey.
Suitable Punishment: Owlery cleanup duty.
Once DADA is done, there will be much Halloween feastage! Rejoice!
Ooh, I hope they have veal.
Ew, no.
What's wrong with veal?
Let them grow up- THEN we can eat them. Poor baby cows, have you no remorse?
I think it's just part of his furry little problem. I, for one, look forward to the hoarding of treacle fudge.
You have yet to hoard any fudge, you've been saying that for years.
Is it my fault I can't stop eating it long enough to hoard it for later?
Dear Diary,
I am so full… I can't sleep because I can't roll over onto my stomach because it's going to burst if I put any pressure on it. Lily, however, is sleeping like a baby and possibly looks even thinner than she did before she wolfed down three pieces of chocolate cake. It isn't fair.
Here is what I ate (inhaled?) at the feast (it was those damned house elves' cooking…I couldn't resist…):
- five slices of roast beef
- four different kinds of potatoes (baked, mashed, scalloped, roasted…)
- several types of pies (shepherd's, mince, etc.)
- a million servings of every kind of pudding known to man (not each, at least… I do have SOME restraint)
- 10 rolls (6 buttered, 4 not)
- one and a half slices of chocolate cake
- various tarts, custards, cookies
- three glasses of pumpkin juice, two mugs of hot chocolate with dessert
- a handful of Muggle candy corn Lily's mum sent by post
I think I am going to be sick.
Love, Ambrosia
PS- Lily says I should stop talking to my diary as if it were a person, but she does it too, so what does she know?
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