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September 2nd, 1970 (9:30)
My First Year Dormitory
Here's a breakdown of my schedule:
Charms 8:30-9:20 (Professor Flitwick)
Transfiguration 9:25-10:15 (Professor McGonagall)
Potions 10:20-11:10 (Professor Slughorn)
Herbology 11:15-12:05 (Professor Sprout)
Lunch 12:10-1:00
History of Magic 1:05-1:55 (Professor Binns)
Defense Against the Dark Arts 2:00-2:50 (Professor Celeste)
Flying 3:00-4:00 (Madam Hooch).
I haven't had a chance to write all day. My favorite class has got to be either Charms or Potions, because I excel at them and am a natural! The bottom two are Transfiguration and Flying. How do you expect a muggle born to be good at flying? Seriously? And Transfiguration... I mean, I like Professor McGonagall, I really do! It's just I don't like the class that she teaches.
But in Potions, Professor Slughorn yelled at Potter. Not in anger or anything, but in amazement. "Okay, role call... I assume you are all here? Fiona, Stella, Hazel... Sirius Black, what a surprise, Lily, Caden, Andrew... James Potter?" he said.
"...Yes sir?"
"Are you the son of Fleamont Potter?"
Potter muttered under his breath "Not again..." He spoke louder. "Yes, sir."
Professor Slughorn looked dumbfounded. "Amazing..." he whispered.
"Professor, we still have class yes? What are we going to learn today?" Marlene interrupted.
"Oh well, we are learning..." And then I didn't pay anymore attention. I mean, I did, I'm just too lazy to write it. We just learned basic potions tools, like the cauldron and the wand and other necessities.
Currently, I'm in the Common Room (Gryffindor, obviously) and across the room I can see Potter and his friends playing a game. Technically, I really shouldn't be here, curfew is 9:00, but this is the only quiet place I could find, but, of course Potter had to come in and play a game. I don't even think if games are allowed in Hogwarts! Seriously, these boys need to follow the rules or else they will get in trouble! Not that I care, anyways. I looked over for just a quick second and I see green slime on their faces... which prompts me to ask...
"What is with the green slime on your face?! And could you be just a little quieter?" I yell across the room. Thankfully, no one else is here.
"Paying attention to my face aren't you, Evans?" Potter grinned. Jeez. This boy needs to have an etiquette lesson. You would've thought that they gave some lessons when you're a pureblood.
"I was not asking you. Remus, what is with the slime?"
"It's a part of the game. If you miss, then the rock sprays you with goop."
"What is this game called?"
"Gobstones. It's very fun. Would you like to join us for a round?"
"Evans, I think you should! You would look like a Christmas tree before Halloween!" Sirius exclaimed, leading to three boys laughing at me, leading me to turn around, grab this very book, and march up the girl's stairs to my dormitory. I can feel my cheeks now, they're still hot. Anyways, I should sleep. Goodnight!
Yours,
Lily.
September 3rd, 1970 (4:30)
Library
How did I not notice that one of my professors was a ghost?
I only did notice because Black started throwing things at Professor Binns, History of Magic teacher, and they went right throw him! Without even glancing, Binns said, "Detention Potter and Black." Amazing. Shocking. I wish I could have a super power like that. Well, actually, I don't. Maybe he acquired it because he's dead? I don't know. But also, shock. Shock because I think they are the first First Years to get a detention that quickly! But they don't even care, so what's the point? I should go back to studying for Transfiguration, because we are having our first test on Tuesday, the ninth. I'm very excited! All we have to do is turn pencils into paperclips, then into a paperweight, then back to a pencil. I'm only having a little trouble with the paperweight into pencil part. But I'll get it! Soon!
Yours,
Lily.
September 3rd, 1970 (9:15)
Dormitory
I am downright exhausted. And even now, I'm making time to write in this journal of mine. Why did I even start this? Honestly, I don't even care at this point. Tuney hates me, and I hate me too, so... Yeah.
Problem solved!
Ugh.
Yours,
Lily.
September 9th, 1970 (10:45)
Dormitory
I hate Potter so much! He tried to ask me out for the past SIX DAYS! He bought me beautiful shoes and he tried to put them on me, but I told him I would show him where that shoe fit (up his arse). Seriously, he needs to calm down. The fact that he had the AUDACITY to do that to me. Of course, I consider myself as a higher caliber of human beings, but I'm not conceited I swear! I wish Tuney was here so she wouldn't complain and hate me. And so that she would kick James Potter in the face. I've seen her do it to other boys who've tried, and failed, to ask her out.
I miss her so much, surprisingly.
Yours,
Lily.
A/N: Hey! I am really sorry I haven't updated for almost 2 months! What with midterms, Valentine's Day, my BFF's birthday, and a new boyfriend (yay) I seriously have not had any time to update! Please leave any and every comment on my writing. I really appreciate it. Sorry it's so short, too. I am extremely busy! I never uploaded this but I was supposed to and now its May. Sorry.