A/N: This is the last entry for November, and unfortunately, James didn't have as much to say this time. :/ But when we hear from Miss Evans and Mr. Potter again, it will be in December, and I can tell you right now that December is an extremely crazy month for both of them. Seriously; Lily's love life implodes come December. Haha, I'm done advertising now. Read this chapter. ;D

Lily

November 21st

Dear Diary,

I had such crazy prefect duties tonight, it wasn't even funny.

People look at first years and think, oh, how innocent these young children are. I thought like that before tonight too; they were so young and adorable – how could they possibly be malevolent demons capable of destroying half of England? Well, allow me to set you straight; the first years at Hogwarts are like sugar-high fireworks, causing a light-show and many shouts (this time of dismay) around them. I swear I wasn't that rowdy when I was that age. They love to run around like maniacs, shout, and flirt with one another – they're so tactless, they'd give Sirius Black a run for his money. Remus and I, the two prefects for Gryffindor, had been given the lovely task of overseeing them during their free period, and I sincerely hope we never have to do it again in the future.

Truly, it was as though all hell broke loose in that first year room today, and I'm not sure if they were eleven-year-olds or just wild piranhas. Remus is so gentle; bless him, so I had to do most of the throwing-first-years-across-the-area exercise myself. While I was attempting to make a little girl stop trying to claw out the eyes of her best friend, a little blonde boy with spiked hair, a turned-up nose, and cold, steely, grey/blue eyes approached me and randomly just kicked me in the shin.

"What the hell? Why did you do that? What's your name?" I cried out, trying to massage my aching shin; the kid had a hard kick. Remus took over the little girls, obviously unwilling to deal with a ruffian like the blonde boy.

"Matt," he informed me insolently. "Go away, bitch; can't you see we're having fun?"

That really got my blood boiling; who was this insufferable little baboon to say something like that to me?!

"Stop," I ordered, hoping I sounded authoritative. "You can't call me names, nor can you attack me. Get your act together and stop making a circus out of this common room."

"Make me," Matt said, sneering.

I raised an eyebrow. "It wouldn't be so good for you if I did."

"Really," he said skeptically. "Somehow I doubt that."

"Well, I'm a prefect, so you had better listen to me," I said.

"Yeah? Well, why should I do that?"

I took a step closer. "It would be in your best interest to do so."

It was his turn to raise an eyebrow at me. "What if I didn't?"

I sighed. "I'll show you, but just remember that you brought it on yourself, and that I'm only ensuring that there is at least a little bit of justice in this world."

There was a sudden flash of light, and at that, the first years crowded around; they were intrigued that an unsightly red-headed prefect was doing magic in their midst when she was probably not allowed to. I smiled wickedly as the light cleared, and Matt was bound was ropes, unable to move a muscle. He looked at me in mute horror and I looked back, my evil smile still in place. I flicked my wand and he flipped upside down; the first years around me applauded me as I levitated Matt to the light fixture on the ceiling and put him there.

"I'll let you down in a few minutes, and when I do, you are going to do every single thing I tell you to do; if not, you're going back to the ceiling," I called to him.

"You're our favorite prefect," a little girl said, giving me a toothy smile. "Matt is really mean."

"I know," I said, grimacing as I looked at Matt again. "Hopefully he won't bother you again after this."

I did let him down in a couple of minutes, but he, of course, did not pay attention to me; he continued to cause mayhem around the common room. I took a quick look at the clock; it told me that the first years needed to be asleep, and they were acting as though they were having a party. Remus gave me a panic look (I had jumped; I had kind of forgotten about Remus) and I signaled for him to help me drag the monsters to their beds. He looked at me as though he knew we were destined to fail, but picked a group of girls in the corner to start coaxing.

Finally though, we got them all to shut up and go to bed like they were supposed to. It took a lot of threatening, endless shouting, a bit of blackmail, and the loss of a few locks of my hair (don't ask), but it was done. Remus looked at me as though I was a sacred angel, and he and I walked out of the first year's room together to get a bit of peace in the common room before bed.

"Lily, how on earth did you manage to do all that by yourself?" he asked me in disbelief. "In the unlikely event that I could do what you did, it would have taken me days."

I giggled. "It wasn't easy, but you learn things when you take baby-sit Muggle kids for most of your summers."

"You baby-sit during the summers?" Remus inquired with interest.

"Yes," I said. "My neighbors all use me nearly every day so that they can have their time while I take care of their children. I don't mind it; it's not as though I have anything better to do."

"Are they as horrible as the first years?" he questioned, eyes twinkling.

"No," I denied, laughing. "Most of them are really young, so I take my homework along with me and do it while making sure they don't cry or wet their diapers or anything."

"You're very good at what you do," he remarked, grinning warmly at me. "I don't know what I would have done if it weren't for you."

I blushed. "Thank you."

There was an uncomfortable sort of silence then as we approached our own dormitories. Since I had nothing better to say, I asked awkwardly, "So…how's your day been?"

"Fine thank you," Remus responded politely.

"Did anything interesting happen?" I asked pointedly as we turned a corner.

"Not really," he said.

"Did…Sirius do anything funny?" I inquired.

"Define funny." He smiled wryly, but his eyes were still on the floor rather than on me.

"Right," I said, laughing. "Well, I have a bunch of O. W. L. practice papers waiting for me upstairs, so I'd better do those."

"You do the practice papers?" he asked curiously.

"Yes," I said. "My friends think I'm insane, but I think they're important."

"So do I!" he exclaimed. "James tells me that I have no life, and Sirius says the same…if he can stop laughing at me, of course."

"That's odd; Kyleigh and Leila do the same to me," I said, smiling slightly at the irony.

"Life is weird that way," Remus commented vaguely. "Peter says I work too hard, but I don't think I work hard enough, you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I think so," I said. "Like, you really just want to prove your intelligence and do well, but you can't seem to get your real potential out, no matter how hard you try."

"That's profound, Miss Evans," Remus said, grinning. "But yes, that is how I feel, to some extent."

"You're the first I've seen that shares those views," I realized. "I always thought it was just me."

"Same," he said simply.

"It's nice to know I'm not alone," I said to him warmly, peeking once at his face.

At once, he averted his eyes from me, scampered forward, held the door to the common room open, letting me enter first. I did go in, and I gave him a smile of thanks before walking inside. The moment I entered though, James's eyes were on us, so I embarrassedly ran upstairs before he could comment on the look I was sure he caught me giving Remus. I could hear some conversation going on downstairs, but I had to do my practice papers – besides, I knew that I probably wouldn't have liked what was being said below me anyway. I'm done with my work now, but I'm still a little nervous about Remus. Maybe I'm being a little vain, but I suspect that he likes me a bit more than he used to. There's just something in the way his eyes linger on mine slightly longer than usual, and how he blushes a sweet rosy color when I smile at him. It's quite scary actually – three boys are suspected of liking me in our year right now; Chris, James, and now Remus.

Wait, make that four boys.

Severus Snape has taken to staring at me in class, but when I catch him in the act, he continues to look at me, and his expression never changes. If truth be told, it's beginning to frighten me. Let me say this one more time, so that hopefully I can enforce this to those four boys tomorrow: I am not pretty. I am not smart. I am not out of the ordinary; not by any stretch of the imagination. I am not a good person to fall in love with, because they would be wasting your time on a girl who wasn't worthy of it. Why is it so difficult to grasp this fact? I'd rather be alone and deserve it than be the subject of four crushes and not deserve any of them.

What will I do next? I will now go bury my head in my pillow and cry for an hour or six because I am at a loss to understand the doings and intentions of teenage boys.

James

November 21st

Dear Diary,

Today was fairly eventful, I suppose you can say. I just discovered that one of my best friends in the world is in love with the girl of my dreams, but you know; who could care about that?

Okay, I could care. I was so pissed; how could this happen? How could Lily's affections fall to every boy in the whole damn world except for me?

I am fully aware of what she thinks of me; I'm arrogant, I'm egotistical, and I'm annoying – the rest of it is more or less along those lines. I act the same way around her as I do with any other girl I've ever seen, and all those other girls never had a problem with me; so why does she hate it so much? I don't get it; she is one of those rare creatures which I can just, for the life of me, never understand. Perhaps that's one of the reasons I like her so much; I like a sense of mystery in a girl.

Let's start at the beginning of this little discovery of mine, shall we? I had just had a lovely evening; I had just pulled a major prank on Snivelly. It was awesome; I managed to put in some Sleeping Draught in his pumpkin juice at dinner, and when he fell asleep, I took him and hung him from a chandelier in the Gryffindor common room! A huge crowd of Gryffindors gathered around, laughing hysterically at his misfortune, and this time, Remus and Lily were on prefect duty, and were therefore unable to foil my wonderful surprise. We watched fondly as he struggled against his restraints, and eventually, Sirius spoke.

"Hey James, do you think I should ask Kyleigh out some time?" he asked me randomly.

"Yeah," I said. "She's been flirting with you for a few years now, and she's pretty nice-looking."

"I just had to ask you because I've seen you two flirting on the Quidditch field before, and I didn't want to ask her out if you were interested in her," Sirius explained.

"Ah, don't worry about me," I said lazily. "We all know who I like."

With something between a smile and a smirk, Sirius said, "I suppose. But why don't you give her a rest? She doesn't like you back."

"I don't care," I insisted. "I get what I want, and I want her."

He raised his eyebrows and gave me a look that resembled cynical doubt, but I couldn't yell at him for it, because this was when Lily came in.

I couldn't believe my eyes; never, in five years, would I have even thought to foresee Remus falling in love with Lily Evans.

Yes, he likes her. I saw the look he gave her when they walked into the common room tonight. He looked like he was actually in love, and his smile was the most heartfelt I've ever seen him give anyone. And to make matters worse, Lily had on her I-like-him-but-I'm-going-to-play-shy-for-now smile; I've seen her give that look to several boys that she'd had crushes on when they weren't looking her way, and it made my blood boil to see it happen again. Remus is a great person, and a great friend, but he's as boring as a stick sometimes. How can Lily fall in love with him and not me?

The only good thing that came out of this crappy evening was that I got to torture Snivelly. But if I hadn't, I probably would have needed to bang my head a few hundred times on my desk. Unfortunately, Remus did make me take Snape down from the chandelier and let him run back to his own common room, but it was worth all the tears of laughter I had shed that evening. I tried to act normally again, but I couldn't; not when I knew about Remus and Lily. I didn't ask him if he liked her though, because I'm not sure yet myself, but I'm nearly positive that there's something going on with those two. I won't ruin it or anything, but I still don't want it to happen.

It's about time I go and bang my head on my desk a few hundred times while no one's watching; why does all of this have to happen?