December 1

What a blah day. Blah blah blah. If I were a frog, instead of croaking, I would have blahed today. I woke up and blah. I went to breakfast and blah. I went to classes and blah. I went to dinner and blah. I went to the library and blah. Now I'm about to go to bed and blah. No pranks, no enlightenment, and no gossip. Has Hogwarts been taken over by absurdly blah aliens who have replaced my fascinatingly quirky peers with dull clones? Oh my! I could be next! Note to self: lock windows before bed. And pull curtains. Aliens can't get through curtains. Everyone knows that, diary. Anyway, it became such a dull day that I actually took the notes my dearest (and slightly crazy) brother had given me when we'd last talked and looked over his obsessive observations. It seems that he may actually have a plausible hypothesis. Before I continue, let's stop to appreciate my excellent use of scientific language. When your as blahed out as I am, diary, you take amusement where you can. Back to the notes though, at first I though, so maybe he had the stomach flu every month for a bit, but then the patterns just kept going and I had to think to myself, wow. I mean you can only get sick off of bad milk so often before you stop drinking the milk. Either that or your intelligence is seriously questioned and I don't think anyone questions Remus' intelligence. Then, his conversation is very detailed and in depth. I would think, had I simply read it without the calendar or knowing my brother, that a master writer had made it all up using characters named after the residents of Hogwarts due to a lack of skill in the naming department. But not only do I have the calendar, I know my brother. And my brother is not the type to waste time making up dialogue between teachers and I think he could name people if he ever did find the need to.

Now I must decide what to do. It makes no difference to me if Remus is a werewolf. If you are as sweet and smart as he is, you could be a cannibalistic alien clone and I'm sure I would accept him. After all, once a month I'm not too pleasant to be around either. However, the curiosity is going to poke at my brain until I find out for sure if he really is a werewolf or if my brother has truly inhaled too many potion fumes. We all knew it would happen one day. When is the next full moon? I suppose it will come down to either being sneaky or trying to ask him. I shall try to blah my curiosity so much that it forgets what it is so intrigued with and is simply ready to die of boredom.

December 3

Am sitting at the breakfast table as Lily practically chirps like the morning bird she is. I assure you, my squint glare and would be scathing look have been to no avail and instead, I have decided to simply pout more and more. She is just so very cheerful this morning; you would think she'd snogged someone in a closet. It's just hit me! She' snogged someone in a closet! I asked her who he was, suddenly far more awake then before. She gives me a look of pure horror. HORROR! No giggle or laugh, a look of horror. Who looks horrified at the idea of snogging? Only alien clones. Just throwing it out there. She says no! Of course not! And then goes back to whistling. WHISTLING! The sun has only just risen! Madness, I tell you. Sirius has just sat down looking as unenthusiastic to be up as I am. He gives me a half-hearted smile before letting his head drop to the table, making the toast bounce. Bouncing toast sounds good. With some jam and butter. Yummy. I ask James what's wrong with his friend and he shrugs, pushing up his glasses and pouring orange juice. He's a bit cheerful today too. Maybe he got snogged last night as well. WAIT! If Lily is cheerful and seems to have snogged someone last night, and James is cheerful and seems to have snogged someone last night... DID LILY EVANS AND JAMES POTTER SNOG?! I ask James if he snogged anyone last night to be so chipper in he morning and HE looks horrified. Maybe I have something in my teeth. He assures me: no! He was busy in detention with McGonagall. I am happy to see that Sirius has taken his head out of his porridge bowl long enough to exchange a suspicious look with me. Oh wait, it seems the porridge covering his face has woken him up. I don't know how it got there. I'm thinking he attempted to eat too soon and found his head preferred the food as a pillow. I've been there. Personally, I'm more of an oatmeal girl myself. The difference is in the lumps.

December 5

I'm wounded by all the daggers I got from walking down the hall with Hogwarts' most eligible bachelor. But I assure you, ladies of Hogwarts, he sneaks up on me, not vice versa. Today's most interesting and acceptable sneak up came as I exited Transfiguration to run into Bethany. The lights dimmed, the hall cleared, and then it was just she and I, surveying one another and deciding what was fitting. Hex? Jinx? Spell? Potion? So many options but so little time. Dramatic music ques. "Snape, noticed you weren't at my party, good to see you know your place." Place? I don't even know how to spell place! I assured her of this and realized it was a bit of an insult to myself, but whatever. "I was at your party. Fancy thing. I've been to better." Ha ha. That's right, you party whore! I've been to better! She looked shocked before snapping that at least SHE had had a date and she can just imagine what loser I had dragged along. A sock puppet probably. It's the only snog I could get. I tried to think of a come back. I mean, I didn't go with a sock puppet; I went with a boy, a very dashing boy who saved my life. But how do you beat a sock puppet stab? It was good. Then, the sock puppet/boy in question appeared behind me as if overhearing the conversation (which I'm sure he had) and said, smooth as butter "Lela, you can't just let her call me a sock puppet. I mean, you invite me to a party and we go and have an alright time, and then I'm a sock puppet? What did I do?" Well, Bethany just stood there shocked and I just stood there amused as he dramatically sniffed and stepped around us. Just as Bethany began to open her mouth with an outraged question for confirmation on what was said, my sock puppet date pulled me by the arm away from the horrid party whore. If the Lela from two years ago came forward in time and read my diary, she would have thrown it down sure that she'd been tricked and that this diary was not from her future self. She would never dream to read herself writing: Thank Merlin for Sirius Lee Black!

Later...

Just was walking over to talk to Sirius after dinner in the common room when Patil waltzed over and practically dragged him out of the room by the tie. What is that? Honestly Patil, clearly he was waiting for me to prance over all lady like and woo him with my womanly charms. CLEARLY! When I next see her...

Later...

Who am I fooling, diary? Not me. I've just sat pondering it all, the whole scenario over my Transfiguration book and I realize that Patil is a very pretty girl. I mean, she's thin, she's always neat, and she's practically perfect. Who wouldn't want to snog her? She looks neat and well kept even at sunrise (again, snoring roommate). I, on the other side of the coin, have absurdly messy hair, dirty knees, jam in my lap, a hated Slytherin brother, and a record of hatred with the snogee. Patil has the upper hand. I can just see how it's going.

*The door is kicked open and Patil pushes Sirius in*

Patil: Sirius, darling. I've been waiting for you.

Sirius: What do you mean, lover?

Patil: I saw you stand up for Snape today. It tore me apart to see you pretend to be hurt by another. I had to tell you that I never overcame my crush on you.

Sirius: From 2nd year?

Patil: Yes. It's sat dormant as I dated my last boyfriend and moved on after he cheated on me. But now, seeing you in the common room with your sexy tie... it just reawakened.

Sirius: Oh, Angel! I've dreamt of you saying those words. Why, I've only been paying any attention to Lela in hopes you would admit your crush! I lust for you.

Patil: I lust for you, Sirius!

Sirius: Don't call me Sirius. Call me*dramatic pause* Senor Casanova.

*Snogging commences*

That is how it went, I'm sure. Except he was using his oddly deep voice and she was using a breathy damsel in distress voice. Doesn't he know her cackle is not at all lady like or perfect like mine is? Whatever, diary. It's not like I care anyways. I mean I hope they have lots of good old snogging fun. Go snogging for Patil and Black! Wwwoooooohhhooo! I'm the snogging cheerleader.

Gits.

December 6

Lily and Megan think I'm jealous that Patil has been occupying Sirius all day and he has only had time to give me a look I couldn't deceiver before being pulled off with a giggle (from her, not him). I'm not jealous. I'm the snog cheerleader, remember? I'm voting ye son proposition Patil and Black. I am on team Patius (that's their names together).

I'm not jealous.

December 7

I'm not jealous. For all I care he can snog the whole school. It's probably better this way anyway; I mean Patil and him go together like mashed potatoes and fire whiskey. Megan says those don't go together. They don't? My analogy skills must be a bit off. She notes I don't try to come up with a better comparison. Laziness does not relate to jealousy in anyway. And the fact that I mentioned that Patil's shirt looks like a baby spit up mashed potatoes on it as a reason she is mashed potatoes does not mean I feel bitter about her position that I was in a few days before. Not like I was using that position and attention for anything. I was just letting it sit.

I can't help it if I'm just a person who is very good at observations. I'm not jealous.

December 9

I'm tired of thinking and imagining all of Sirius and Patil's lusty snog sessions and will instead talk about something else. Let me see... Lily and Megan have decided it's no use trying to convince me that I'm jealous (which I'm still NOT!) and James and Lily are still being nice to one another. Megan and I have decided they didn't snog. They are simply casual to one another. Not after snog nice...just nice. But what do I know? Maybe I should watch how Sirius and Patil act next time I see them. No. I like to keep my lunch down.

Oh look! Remus! I'll call him over and talk to him. Distractions are good.

Later...

Had a nice long talk with Remus. We have much in common that I didn't know about. After talking a bit, and when the librarian sent us out, we walked outside ever so stealthily. Who knew I was so sneaky? Not I! After that we just went back to common room where I had my arse handed to me in wizard chess. 3 times. Because once is never enough. It was fun. I bet I had more fun than Patil and Sirius. Not that it's a competition. I mean, I don't even think about it. Sirius who? Patil what?

December 11

Last night, just before falling asleep after hanging out with James and Remus and Lily while Sirius was dragged off by Patil (for the 3rd time that day. Not that I'm counting...), I remembered how after the whole party ordeal I woke up and Remus apologized. He had looked so solemn and serious I hadn't cracked any jokes, but I couldn't understand what he was so solemn about. Last night it hit me. What if HE was the werewolf? Was it possible? If my brother's obsessive notes are right, it's likely. Now that I remember, is it normal for a stag and a rat to be around a werewolf? I think that's probably a different question though.

I was thinking about it and when I was talking to him after dinner tonight he told me how there was this crescent moon tonight and a comet. Prettiest comet you'll ever see, he says. So we went up to the astronomy tower with Lily, Megan, Peter, and James. We all sat there and ate some dessert with half of the Hogwarts' population (almost all couples). Megan left because Peter was trying to flirt with her and unfortunately he walked her to her common room. Then James fell asleep while Lily went to scold some snoggers. While they were all distracted, I thought I'd just go for it and turned to Remus. "Hey, Remus." I said. He turned and I told him it was okay. He looked really confused so I elaborated. "When I woke up after the whole party thing, in the hospital wing, you said you were sorry. I think I know why now, and I just want you to know that it's okay." He was lost for a moment and suddenly I was thinking maybe he hadn't said it. I remember hearing about these stories where muggles take too much of their medicine and it makes them dopey and sometimes hear or see things. Maybe Madam Pomfrey got me high on Viking or whatever it's called. But luckily, he suddenly understood and asked me how long I'd known. I told him only for a little and I hadn't told anyone. Then I asked if the marauders knew and he just nodded and looked back at the comet. Wow, diary. Who knew my brother could be right? Wowzers! An owl just flew through my window!

It has a note from Megan. Says: Pettigrew is a twitchy rat, ew. On a happy note, Ms. Not Jealous, I overheard Mr. Jealous talking to James. Apparently someone you haven't been jealous over wishes you'd watch a comet on the astronomy tower with him. And I don't mean Patil!

The girl loses her mind daily, I assure you diary. Clearly she is high on Viking.

December 13

Sirius Black is the single most annoying git I have ever had the misfortune of being saved from a werewolf by! I was simply sitting in the library concentrating on my potions homework, innocently, when the marauders came in and he all but attacked me! I only innocently said "hi Remus." If I'd know that was the flip out sentence of the day I wouldn't have done it, I assure you. The maniac in question, after hearing my innocent comment, marched over to my table and started pestering me.

"Heard you went to the top of the astronomy tower with Remmy there."

"Didga snog?"

"Was it good?"

"Gonna do it again?"

"Tonight? I hear there's a snog opening tonight."

What is he going on about?! HE'S the one snogging Patil. I told him I didn't know what he was talking about, and that just made him into more maniac-like! He had these deranged eyes and started asking, "no? Really? That's funny cause I'm sure if Remmy asked, you'd know what he was talking about." Then, "don't know what I'm saying. What do I care? I mean I only saved your life!" Then he snatched my diary and began flipping through and shaking it. "Any love letters from precious Remmy? I suppose that's what you were studying." Oh for Merlin's sake. Sirius Black lost his mind just there in the middle of the library. Well, I, a sane and innocent bystander, was not going to put up with that and grabbed my diary. "We did not snog, you git. We watched a comet and Megan, Peter, James, and Lily were all there as witnesses. In fact, the only one who wasn't there was you!"

I started packing up quickly as he just stood there with this annoying look as if he didn't believe me and was so clever to have figured me out. "Besides, your the one skipping off and snogging Patil every waking moment for the past week! Now get out of my way you annoying arse!" Then, I shoved him out of my way. Honestly. Accusing me of snogging Remus on the top of the Astronomy Tower! After being jealous all week over him and Patil... shit. I did not just write that, diary. I'll be burying my head in sand now.

December 15

Sirius refuses to look me in the face, which is terribly sad, as I can't imagine why he's acting like that. I'm the one who has just realized I was wishing I had been snogging my worst enemy. Severus would disown me. I asked James what the matter with the poor boy was and he just gave me this look as if I was the daftest girl in the world. As if any of it is my fault. I'm the victim here, Potter! I'm the one who just realized I was pining over my worst enemy. Who saved my life. Buggers to him.

I asked Lily what was the matter with Sirius and she asked why I cared. I said I didn't, so she said she wouldn't tell me the answer. She told me to just ask him. I told her I didn't care I was just curious and she just shrugged with a smirk. I told her that she and Potter were perfect for one another because they were both annoying gits and she just laughed in my face. My poor, poor victim face.

December 17

I woke up this morning in a terrible mood. I think it's a mixture of this weird guilty feeling I'm getting from Sirius not talking to me (still don't know why) and lack of sleep due to snoring that is outside of my range of control. Just as I was getting really angry at the not talking thing and was about to march over to confront him, I was pulled away. I kid not, I got up from my desk as we were all dismissed and was rushing towards him in the hall and had just said "Sirius, one sec-" When WOOSH! Like a hawk my darling brother, Master of Bad Timing, grabbed my arm and whisked me off. Damn! He wanted to talk about Christmas plans. He usually stays, so when he said discuss Christmas plans; I knew he meant where to send me.

Usually I go to some relative or friend far away instead of the house of Snape, so full of arguing and annoyance. Severus really looks out for me in that department, as I am too lazy and too uncunning to skillfully get parental permission to do it. It's quite nice of him and makes him my protector. However, it makes him very isolated. So this year I told him I'd have Christmas with him. I already have a present for him so I may as well stay.

Now that Christmas is on my brain, I must get a present for Lily, Megan, Mother, Father, and... I don't know. Should I get one for the Marauders? Not one for all of them obviously, but you know what I mean. No, I'll just hit them with snowballs. Who knows, they'll probably all go home anyway.

December 19

Signed up for the stay list and noticed (couldn't help but notice) that Sirius was staying as well. Lily is not, nor Megan. But it seems that Sirius is. Patil isn't (not that I searched for her name after noticing Sirius'). Apparently the whole Gryffindor tower will be for just me and Sirius, and possibly that 4th year who I forget the name. I just remember her as the girl who blatantly coos when Sirius passes. At least he won't be attention deprived because Merlin knows he is doing such a good job at ignoring me that he'll need attention somewhere else. I think that made less sense on paper then in my head...

December 20

Hogsmeade was today. Megan and Lily and I were walking about looking for gifts and after Megan shooed us away to get us presents, Lily and I had a strange moment. We were walking towards the three broomsticks when we passed Zonkos and we both stopped. I said, "you know, maybe Severus would like something from here. I'd better go in...." I knew that she knew I was lying because obviously Severus would not like anything from Zonkos, but she simply surveyed me before accepting the excuse and entering the store. We were browsing very cautiously when we overheard the Marauders in the next aisle. Basically went like this:

James: Padfoot, you know my parents would love to have you come and stay...

Sirius: Nah, it's all right. I like the idea of staying this year.

Peter: Because of someone else staying? Ouch! Don't hit, Padfoot!

Remus: Sirius doesn't like when you point out the obvious.

Sirius: Shut up! I just want to stay, all right.

James: Fine. OH LOOK! This would make an excellent prank. Pants that turns invisible.

Remus: What prank would we do with those?

Sirius: Obvious we would show the world someone's terribly embarrassing underpants finally answering the age-old question of boxers or briefs.

Peter: Snivellus probably wears briefs, we should find out.

James and Sirius: No.

Remus: That was very forceful, any reason you two don't want to prank him?

James: I just think we need to lay off of him...

Sirius: *mutters very low and incoherently*

Then they walked past and we ducked and noticed they didn't buy anything. We looked at one another and creeped into the aisle they had been in, looking around. Eventually I got invisible pants and a belt buckle with a dog print for my brother and dad. Yes, my brother and dad. Is it a crime to buy a present for Severus and my father? It is a show of compassion and love, for my father and Sevvy, I mean.

December 21

Classes ended today and soon everyone will be shipping off back home. Except for me. I went to the kitchen and talked to the house elves to get their permission and help in making this fancy chocolate treat that Severus adores. They agreed, though the concept of helping and not doing had to be explained a bit. I love this time of year... so close to Christmas. I'm not like Severus who hates all the merriment and exaggerated happiness. I am the Cindy Lou Who to his Grinch. Mistletoe will soon pop up around the castle; portraits will work on their fa-la-la-las and then yum, the food. I've never stayed at Hogwarts over Christmas, I wonder if the food is good... oh! The students are leaving... I better go say bye to Lily and Megan!

December 23

IT SNOWED! I woke up to a blanket of happiness and after throwing on layers and a few heating charms I hastened outside. No one was there! What is the matter with people? Honestly! So I built a snowman and then a snowwoman. Then I built a snow desk and a snow teacher and soon I had a whole snow classroom. I was getting kind of hungry as it was getting towards lunch and I had had no breakfast so I left my educational art and went to see what was cooking. I noticed that Sirius was one of the few people sitting at the table eating what looked like soup. So I sat down across from him and bit into an apple as I noticed he looked like he'd just woken up. JUST WOKEN UP! It was at least noon by now! And it having snowed! Honestly. What do I do with the poor boy? I asked him how it was going and he looked up at me, blinked confused, and grunted. I think that's morning talk for "why quite good old chap. How is it going for you on this lovely snow covered day?" So I answered. "I built a snow scene! You should see it. It took me all morning but it has a girl, a boy, a teacher, and some desks. I even think I'll charm an apple to float where the teacher is." I was very excited about the plan but realized he didn't care.

You know those looks, diary, that you get when you are completely and overly enthusiastic about a brilliant plan and the bugger you're telling simply lacks all gusto? This is the look I was getting. He simply could not understand what was so great about this plan. "It's cold," he nodded. That's all the enthusiasm he could work up for my idea and creation. Insulting. Then, after seeing my look of complete despair as his comment had suddenly diminished my own gusto, he simply stood and said, "I'm going back to bed." WHAT?! Then he left just like that. If I hadn't needed my apple I would have thrown it at his head.

After finishing my apple, I took another and charmed it to float in my snow scene making it look like the teacher had just taught the bright and filled with gusto snow girl how to levitate, while the lacking gusto and completely unenthusiastic snow boy sat by and watched, wishing he were back in bed and slowly stealing the girl's gusto. Well, I just couldn't stand such a scene, so I made a snowball and aimed it right at the snow boy! It made him look like he had a very big boil on his eye. Lovely. I have now been writing for about ten minutes after making a snow angel and I think my bum has lost all feeling. Can you get frostbite on your bum?

Later...

Well, diary. I did it. I got tired of the grunts and avoidance. I was sitting there thinking about how numb my bum was after I stopped writing and had shrunk this diary down and into my pocket when I noticed that the tower I was looking at was the Gryffindor boy's tower. So I made a big pile of snowballs and rushed to get my broom. I flew just out side of the gusto stealing boy's room. I then used a levitation charm to throw snowballs at the window until the groggy boy opened it and nearly fell out of the window from the shock of seeing me. Especially when I hit him with another snowball (because water always helps a shocked person regain composer and snow is water. Technically).

He yelled at me to stop and I thought about it, but not stopping was so much more fun! He threatened to come out and get me, which made no sense because he would fall and hit the snow and hurt himself. His gusto stealing ways must be affecting his brain. And apparently it was, because he lunged at me through the window! THROUGH THE WINDOW! As in, I was floating and he lunged from his window. When I caught him on my broom, he flipped it over and we both landed on my snow scene, destroying both the snow boy and snow girl. Lucky I had caught him just a few feet above ground or we'd have bigger problems then aching muscles. He came over all worried, seeing if I was okay. I pretended not to be until he was so close that I could put a bunch of snow down his back! Ah-ha! Genius such as mine is so rare these days! Then it became all out snow war and soon we were hiding and running and ducking and getting very cold. It was quite fun.

Eventually, he called that he was tired and needed to eat. He couldn't feel his fingers, he said. This was the second time he'd said such nonsense and the first time ended with me covered in so much snow that I was practically a snow girl. This time I simply kept firing. Apparently, he was serious though because he tackled me when I was trying to retreat. There we sat, both out of breathe from running and ducking, and tackling, and suddenly I could feel my legs very well because his weight was on them. It was all very strange. I told him, "that's cheating. Tackling..." He simply looked at me. It was very strange. I would have loved to have kissed him then and he seemed to be thinking the same thing because he leaned forward searching my face for… I don't know... orally transmitted diseases maybe? Anyway, just as I was thinking of leaning up to kiss him (just for curiosity sake, for who really wants to kiss a gusto stealing boy whose snogged Patil?), an owl flew and hit him right in the head making him mutter angrily and completely killing any moment that may or may not have been. The owl didn't even have a letter; it was just blown by the wind into the biggest object around, his head. Old thing too. Bloody owls, I swear. After that, we just went to dinner, carrying the poor thing with us until we were inside and it flew off to the Owlery.

Now I'm in the Common Room by the nice toasty fire who is kindly making me able to feel my toes and feet again, as Sirius lays across the chair in a very uncomfortable position but... did I just hear a snore? I did! He's asleep! What a lazy gusto stealer! I can't help but laugh a bit as he is drooling and has just growled like a dog. Perhaps he thinks he's chasing a raccoon. The way he's sniffing, he's obviously on a scent. I guess I'll go up to bed as well. Just find a blanket for the puppy and then I'll be off.

December 25

Severus loved his present of fancy chocolate things. In fact, he loved them so much that I think he squealed a little. Yes, squealed like a little happy piggy! Okay so I've had a bit too much sugar, but it happens on morning, before all the chocolate, an owl was tapping on my window quite annoyingly. After hearing for an hour and trying to ignore it, I got up and opened the window, letting it drop a note that read simply: come to the Common Room. Bring presents.

Well, who can disobey such a forceful command that wakes you up? Lela Snape can! I went back to bed only to have the owl fly in again and drop a second note: Come on Lela! I'm Sirius about this! When I again ignored the harassment, mostly due to the bad pun that my dear gusto stealing friend had submitted my eyes to, I heard the sound of the stone stairs turning into a slide and decided that if he was stupid enough to try to come up the stairs to get me, I may as well slide down.

After opening presents (I gave Sirius the invisible pants and belt buckle because, I mean, how many presents does Severus need? Besides, my father would not have enjoyed the humor of invisible pants) I told him I had to go visit my dear brother. Luckily that was when the cooing 4th year I don't recall the name of came down bleary eyed and began cooing. So despite his look of despair, I feel I left him in good hands. That in mind, I went to my brother and after stealing a few of the chocolate yumminess, I was heading back up towards the warmth of my Common Room with the assurance that we'd sit together at dinner and have great amounts of family fun. As I was going, however, the suits of armor decided that I looked blue. I was not blue; simply contemplating how many chocolate thingies I had eaten. Was it enough? Was it too many? Is there really such a thing as too many chocolate thingies? These questions haunt me. They (the armor) began to group around me and....dare I say it? Sing! Just for any record that needs the information, suits of armor cannot sing particularly well. And when portraits near by join in, it's dreadful. A few corridors have had rave reviews but this was not one of them. Just as I was starting to think that my ears were surely bleeding, the statue I'd been backed up against opened at the hump and a mysterious person or thing (perhaps the angel of chocolate thingies) pulled me into the darkness. Sweet, sweet, sweet silence.

Well, my sigh of relief seemed funny to my rescuer who chuckled. "That's what you get for leaving me with that fourth year, Darla." Ah. My rescuer was Sirius Black. He seems to be getting a reputation. "Ever so sorry, my hero in white," I assured him as I followed his voice. "That's alright. I'll still give you your present." Ooooooh present! For me? We crawled for ages until he pushed open a trap door and ta-da! We were in a basement full of candy. "You got me a candy filled basement?" I asked. "No..." he paused and lead me quickly up the steps. When we arrived outside of the shop, he pulled from his pocket a flower with little red dots on it. It honestly looked like the poor dear had chickenpox. Well I was rather baffled and finally asked (as we walked out of the three broomsticks hours later) "you gave me a diseased flower?" He seemed lost until I held it up. "Is this a prank?" "No," he assured me, a half smirk on his face. "Because I don't want chicken pox, Sirius. I really don't," I told him, following him into Honeydukes. "You're over thinking it." "You never know with you marauders though. Maybe you didn't appreciate the heartfelt gift of invisible pants and have decided to get me back..."

"Lela! Just look at the flower!" We had now exited the humped statue and were standing in the light. Slowly the dots began to change into little hearts. I observed this out loud and got a roll of the eyes and a nod. Patronizing. "You gave me a loving diseased flower?" "Don't be a git," he barked with laughter. I am so funny to him. And he is so cute when he laughs (I am a little worried how comfortable I am complimenting him in my head now). "It's spotted," I reminded him as if this explained all my suspicions, which it did. "I KNOW! It was a spell," he sighed with humorous exasperation. "A hex? A jinx!" Now I understood. But do you know what he said then diary? "Shut up or I'll kiss you, Lela."

Just like that. Out of nowhere. Honestly, one second you think you're talking about diseased plants and the next you're being threatened with (or promised) a kiss! Well, I have never been one to listen to threats, so I said, "threats are not romantic." He stepped closer, putting his hand on my cheek. "Should have stuck with the diseased plant. After all-" I began but I didn't get to finish because

December 26

I left you hanging Diary because I liked the idea of you being in suspense. Then this morning, I realized that your a book and can't feel suspense and so it was wasted on you. Anyway, Just as he looked as if he was about to kiss me, Darla ran past me and knocked my shoulder from the front so I was forced to step back. Wretched girl! Then to make matters worse, Severus appeared as if by magic and pulled me to our family dinner. When the Cosmic Forces go against me, they really go all out.

But wait! The Cosmic Forces weren't done! Today, Sirius randomly disappeared. I woke up and an owl sat at my window with a note. It said: Lela, had to go home (my home...weird since I'm disowned, I know) for some business or another. Apparently I did something so disgraceful to the family that I am being counted as family. See you later,

Sirius.

Honestly! Now I'm all alone! I guess I'll hang out with my brother or *gulp* do homework. WHY COSMICS? WHY?

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