Dorms
Day 1
10:47 pm
I didn't burn it.
It's a perfectly good book. Why waste it?
I cast a Illusion Charm over it. That way it will appear to contain my notes to anyone peeking in.
Namely Sirius and James.
I want to make it clear that this is not a diary. This is a notebook. A practical, masculine notebook. Perhaps it is not strictly used for academical notes. But this does not change the fact that it is a notebook.
In which I do not write my feelings. I simply record the days events for organisational purposes.
Because writing your feelings down is a distinctly feminine thing to do.
I woke up this morning at seven, as per usual. I threw my school robes on, as per usual. I put my books in my bag, as per usual. I am a creature of habit.
Then I headed down to the prefects bathroom for a shower.
I showered. Exited the bathroom at about eight fifteen, and headed back towards the common room, where James was already out of bed.
He was trying to wake Sirius by hitting him over the head with an empty flagon of mead, left over from last nights Back-To-School Party. Which consisted of the two of them getting drunk and making crude jokes.
At about one in the morning I got so sick of them singing '100 glasses of firewhisky on the Wall' that I threatened to curse them if they didn't go to bed.
Sirius with a hangover is a formidable thing, and I feared for James life if he succeeded in waking him. So I aided him by dropping my copy of Advanced Arithmancy on Sirius' head, which probably weighed almost as much as an iron cauldron. Then I cast alleviation charms on the both of them, dulling the more major after-effects of their alcohol binge. I left the two disgruntled and drowsy, and went downstairs to finish my Summer Potions Essay, which we had in two hours, after History of Magic.
However, as I happen to keep a supply of parchment under my bed, I failed to notice that my bag was missing.
I didn't miss it at breakfast either - perfectly reasonable, as someone had set off a load of exploding broccoli in the Great Hall. I, sadly, missed out on my morning meal, but I was hardly as disappointed as Sirius, who, as he told me repeatedly, really, really, REALLY needed some coffee. No wonder after last nights antics. Somehow he convinced me to go down to the school kitchens with him to pinch coffee off the house-elves, who were very happy to comply.
By the time he was finished, we were late for History of Magic. And I still hadn't eaten.
Since I had this notebook in my pocket, I didn't realise that my bag wasn't there. In fact, it wasn't until Potions that I noticed my bag was gone.
"Professor Slughorn, sir, could I go and get my bag?" I asked the Potions master when he called out my name on the register.
"Hm. I suppose... You haven't seen Miss Evans this morning, have you Lupin?" he asked. Lily was one of the few students who could arouse his curiosity with their absence - she made the best Potions in the year, as far as I knew.
"No sir." I said, as I got up from my seat.
Outside the classroom, I thought about everywhere I had been that morning.
It wasn't in History of Magic...
It wasn't in the kitchens...
It wasn't in the Great Hall...
It wasn't in the common room...
It wasn't in -- The Bathroom!
I sprinted to the prefect bathroom, and paused at the door. It wasn't locked.
"Squeaky Clean" I muttered, and entered.
And heard a scream.
A girl screaming.
Lily screaming.
Who wasn't wearing much at the time.
Anything.
At all.
I looked away.
Obviously.
"Oh Merlin. I'm really sorry Lily." I said, very quickly. And then I shut the door and sprinted back to Potions, trying to put as much distance as possible between me and that room.
Maybe half an hour or so later, Lily appeared, blushing fiercely.
To my horror, she walked up to my desk, bag in hand, and mumbled
"Your bag,"
Then she dropped it at my feet and sat down at a desk as far away from me as possible.
I can't blame her. I walked in on her in the bath. She probably thinks I'm some sort of evil bathroom peeper.
But you can't blame me either. She hadn't even locked the door.
Nothing else that happened today is important.
Apart from McGonagall interrogating me, James and Peter about this mornings 'Exploding Broccoli Fiasco'.
"The only time we don't do something, and we get in trouble for it!" Sirius scowled.
"Lets find out who did it, and pummel them." said James.
I didn't bother to remind them that this morning they thought it was a brilliant prank.
But that has no significance compared to what we shall now call 'The Prefects Bathroom Fiasco'.
Why do these things always happen to me?
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Dorms
Day 2
1:20 am
Cannot sleep for the anvil of guilt in my stomach.
What would James think if he knew? He's liked Lily since he saw her step off the train in third year.
She had developed over the summer.
Maybe I should tell him.
No. It's nothing important. He doesn't need to know every single triviality that occurs during my day.
Even if it does involve a naked Lily.
Then why do I feel so guilty?
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Dorms
Day 2
1:40 am
I know why I feel guilty.
Because I liked it.
Oh shit.
