James:

5th September, Lunch

Remus is sitting across from me, looking tired and vacant. No wonder - it's full moon tonight. But in a few months we'll be able to accompany him. We're almost finished our... project.
Sirius is walking over. He is going to ask me questions about Nina, I can tell. I shall pretend I cannot hear him.

Stop pretending you can't hear me.

Sorry, I can't hear you.

I don't want to talk about Nina.

You lie.

Seriously.

Siriusly?

That joke was not funny the first time. It's not funny the sixteenth million time either.

You killjoy. What do you want to talk about then?

Do you know where Peter's been going? I haven't seen much of him recently.

Where is he now?

Dunno. He's not at the table.

Well I don't know where he's been going either.

Ah well. I'll ask him next time I see him.

My lunch is calling to me. I must eat.
-JP

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James:

6th September, Common Room

Lily is sitting with Remus. They are discussing their Potions project. She's sitting down and leaning over her book. Her top is a little bit loose... I bet you can see right down it from where Moony is sitting.
Stupid fucking Slughorn.
But he wont look. He doesn't go for girls.
Or for guys.
Moony doesn't go for anyone.

Hey! He's looking. Our Remus, all grown up, peeping down Evansies shirt!
Bastard.

And here was me, thinking he was a eunuch.

You've really got to stop writing in here, you know.

In your diary?

It is not a DIARY! It's a journal.

Same thing.

No, they're not.

Yes, they are.

Are not.

Are too.

Are not.

Are too.

Are not.

Are not.

Are too.

Dammit.

It's OK, Prongs. I have one too.

A Journal?

A diary.

You have a diary?

One as sexy as I has to keep track of his girlfriends somewhere.

Queer.

Mate, I'm not queer. Ask any one of my eighty three ex-girlfriends.

Someone's in denial...

Look, you have a diary too.

ITS A JOURNAL!

OK, calm down. Anyway, back on topic. You were getting pissed at Moony for showing signs of heterosexuality.

Oh yeah. Stupid werewolf. Lily is mine!

Despite the fact she hates you, is unaware of your devotion to her and that you are dating another girl.

What? Who am I dating?

Dorcas Meadowes, you silly shit.

Ah. I forgot about that.

You are going with Hogsmeade with her this coming weekend.

Crap.

Prongs, that is GOOD. Meadowes is HOT. With really big B-

What are you two writing?

We were discussing your sexuality.

What the hell?

Yes. We revised our previous decision that you were gay.

Or maybe he bats for both sides...

Maybe... Moony, are you bisexual?

Yes, Sirius, I am bisexual.

I KNEW IT!

James, that was sarcasm.

Oh.

How did you two get to be discussing my sexuality anyway?

Prongs saw you looking down Evans' top.

You bastard.

You are perverted sociopathic gits. You know that?

But you were.

I was not!

Look, Moony, you were. We saw you.

I was not!

Oh, sorry. Obviously, the Formula for Everlasting Elixirs was written on the lining of her bra.

Stop discussing the lining of Evans bra. She is mine!

Prongs, you are delusional. Both of you. Goodnight.

Pads, you aren't the only one in denial.

I AM NOT A POOF.

-JP

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Remus:

Hospital Wing
Day 7
12:09 pm

My transformation is over, thank Merlin. Now I'm in recovery. I'll be out tomorrow. Have sustained a nasty scar on my back that is unlikely to ever heal properly.
But I don't really want to reminisce about it. I have other issues to mull over.
Like James.
He is suspicious of my intentions with Lily.
He claims he saw me looking down her shirt, and now he practically wants to chaperon our studying. Idiot.
I was, but that is entirely beside the point.
He's just jealous.
We are going to the library again on Monday.

Bob: This will be our chance to snog her.
Mild-Remus: No. She probably will not appreciate being snogged by someone she thinks is an evil bathroom peeper. Plus, if we start up a relationship with Lily as anything other than work mates, social interactions could cut down on study time, causing our overall grade level to drop.
Were-Remus: Lets just eat her.

Have to go. Madam Pomfery is coming with my lunch.

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She told me not to 'overexert myself'.
I was tempted to ask whether snogging counts.