Great hall, dinner/tea/food time (yay).

It took us over half an hour to find that book.

Not. Amused. At all.

Emma was being all sullen and everything, just looking, occasionally reaching up and grabbing something, then groaning and putting it back again.

That is exactly how I felt. A huge, moan-y groan.

I wandered down the defence section (It was dark and dusty. Quite scary, to be honest,) and tried to find a lamp. It was ridiculous – a vampire could have leapt out or anything! The silence did not help one bit.

Emma didn't even come after me.

"Hey, Em, do you think it's down there?" I asked her, pointing towards the isle of books. The roof high (which is cathedral high) bookshelves were not nice to look at. But after all, if I found it we could go.

We would be free from the library!

Emma snorted at me and raised an eyebrow.

"No. I am not, anytime soon, going down there. Ever."

"Oh come on, if it's down there we can go and eat,"

"No." she fake scowled at me, then turned back to browsing for Lily's Defence Against the Dark Arts book.
In the Herbology section.

Merlin knows what goes on in that girls' head.

So I had to go, all alone-y on my own-y down a big, dark, silent row of books.

And there wasn't a lamp. You know; the things you use to see. But nope, no lamp. I had to rummage around in the dark looking for a book.

It smelt really funny in there, too.

Thinking about it, I still smell funny from going in there.

"Err, Katie, what are you doing?" Oh dear, Lily has seen me smell myself.

I give her a funny look. The funny I'm-smelling-myself-because-I-smell-funny, and-that-is-not-good look.

"That library stinks. So do I." I reply casually.

She just gave me a funny look now. It's like a contest.

Anyway, before I was so rudely interrupted, I was looking for the book (do I really need to keep saying this? It's getting a bit boring,) and I saw a light!

A beautiful, beautiful light! Coming from the end of the huge book row!

I speed-walked down there - library lady would have killed me if I ran, she's evil, - and came up behind the person.

He was a first year (phew) and a Hufflepuff (phew), so I tapped his shoulder, and he span around. Really quickly.

What is with everyone moving so fast? Or am I in slow motion?

He smiled at me.

If Emma swoons for Casius, she would for him. Seriously. He was all swishy golden hair and mysterious blue eyes, looking at me.

"Hello? Are you in first year?" he asked.

No, I'm just a really small seventh year. Duh.

"Yeah, in Gryffindor. Could I borrow your lamp for a minute so I can find a book, please?" I replied. Manners are good, and they worked because he grinned and held it out.

"So what are you looking for? Could I help you find it?" he says, and followed me down the aisle.

Well, if help is offered, it is received. So I said yes.

He asked 'what am I looking for' in a brave, manly Hufflepuffish way.

I told him about the wimpy Emma and moody Lily (if you ever read this, by the way dear Lilykins, I love you really,) and he snorted. Not very attractively, I must say. Ruined it a little.

"Ah, I saw Williamsons section down here earlier... yes! Got it!" he cried, reaching up (he has long arms) and grabbing a hugely massively wide book covered in dust and blew it off.

I sneezed.

He laughed and apologised. What a nice Hufflepuff.

"Brilliant, thanks very much, I can go and eat now,"

Aren't I just the most flattering person ever?
Yes, I thought so, too.

I turned to go with a grin and a wave, and then the Hufflepuff called after me.

"By the way, what's your name?"

"Katie Armstrong, at your service. Sort of."

He gave me a funny look.

"Amos Diggory, resident Hufflepuff. See you around?"

"At some point, probably. Thanks!"

And with that, I turned and did my little speedy walk-run thing back to Lily.

"Lily! I have your book!" I called to her happily, waving the book wildly in the air.

Emma was back at the table, sitting like a lump and looking round at everyone. It had gotten rather busy in the small time I had met Diggory.

Lily looked up gratefully and took the book off of me (which was a good idea because it kept going rather near Emma's head).

"Ooh, thanks! We can go now, I'll finish this later. To the hall?"

"Best thing I've heard all day. Let's go!"

Emma looked happy and followed me as we ran out. Lily walked like a more sensible person, and didn't get funny looks or the –

"GET OUT OF MY LIBRARY!" from evil library lady.

But oh well. Now we have food!

I'm next to Marlene, who is next to slaggo's minion no. 2 (their talking together, I am being ignored a bit (I think she's the nicer of the two, she's smiling in a proper, real way)), and Mary.

Lily and Emma betrayed me and sat on the other side. Huh.

On the up side of life, I have pasta! And cranberries! But not together, because that would be weird.

Lily still seems a bit concerned about the amount I eat, because she is watching with the mad 'what-on-earth-are-you-doing-and-how-can-you-consume-so-much-food?-I'm-worried-and-scared-about-you' face, and nibbling a piece of lettuce.

Like a rabbit.

Emma has chips and steak, healthy child. Earghh, steak. It's gross.

"Hey, Emma, I found a person you might like today! Another one, anyway," I say to her.

Did she hear? She hasn't looked up for a while... just kind of sitting there, inhaling the food. Like a whale, but without the blubber.

And the blow-hole.
Oh Merlin, that sounds so wrong!

Wait, hang on! I have received an answer!

"Did you now. How terribly exciting. I feel so enthralled."

Well then.

Lily smirked.

"When was this? Or do you mean the Professor? Because she was doing gooey eyes at him when we came in,"

SMACK.

Ooh, poor Lily.

"Emma! That was my head! Honestly, you're so violent!"

"Don't talk. Eating," she replies.

Well, 'grunts' is a better word, but hey ho. Its like being back at home.

Me and Lily exchange A Look.

I might tell her, she won't hit me... I hope.

Because Em nearly sent Lily's chicken and lettuce stuff flying, and I do not particularly want to get the pasta back from the third years. Cocky little show offs are making it float around.

It could get contaminated. Yuck.
Why would you waste such lovely, succulent pasta like that? Why?

I feel a bit stressy now - its a crime! Hommm, inner peace. Calmness. Tell the story.

"Well, I was going on a daring raid in the library, looking for your book. And then, I realised it was down a dark row, a scarily, tall, smelly dark row-"

"Is that why you smelt yourself?" Lily interrupts.

Honestly.

"Yes, dear Lily, but that is not the point! I went in alone – Emma was too wimpy – and looked for a light. There were no lamps, so I had to bravely venture out alone, in the dark, through the dark, dark, smelly row, when I saw a person!"

"Armstrong, if you're going to tell a story, please hurry up."

"Shh, Emma! You said you weren't listening. So I went up to him, and poked his back. He span around, and duelled me violently, nearly took my ear off..."

"Sure."

"It did. Seriously,"

"Carry on!"

Impatient little children.

Good grief, I'm getting the devil glares!

"Erm, of course, I asked to borrow his lamp, he said yes, got me your book, then we departed, leaving me to wander back alone, in the dark."

"What a touching story. Where do I come into this?" says Emma, eyebrows in her hairline. Which is pulled back very high. Her forehead has gone all wrinkly. Lovely.

"You would have thought he's hot," I reply smugly.

Lily snorts.

"What house is he in?"

Oh, Emma all interested now. Huh.

"Hufflepuff. He's called Amos Diggory, his dad works in the ministry. You know, the blonde-brown haired one that sat near the front in defence? That one."

"Ooh. He's hot." She states simply, and returns to eating.

Hahaaa, That girl is brilliant! So simple minded, that a few words has reduced me and Lily to tears. Merlin's bum, my sides hurt.

We've sort of stopped laughing (Lily gives the occasional snort-hiccup that sets us off again) and Emma is giving me an evil glare.

Seriously, what is with all the glaring?

Marlene's looking round at us as if we are complete loonies ("But we are!" whines Lily- I don't think she heard the question. That or she's high off of the pumpkin juice, which is quite a strong possibility, the stuffs addicting) and the girl next to her looks confused.

Thinking about it, quite a lot of people sitting round us are looking worried. I don't blame them. Lily's snorting like a pig, Emma's glaring, and I'm writing this.

Ahh well, life's still good on a full stomach.

Common Room, Doing DADA Essay (if you could call it an essay, it's more like a few facts in a paragraph, but there you go)

Lily has The Great Huge Book out of her bag – it must have killed her having to carry it round to up here.

Emma collapses into a huge armchair and sighs. I don't blame her; I'm completely shattered.

I really should start to write this thing, but I honestly cannot be bothered.

We're in the little window seat, looking over the lake. It's very big. Well, small from up here, but there are merpeople and the Giant Squid that tried to pull a boat into the water in there, so it's pretty deep. I think. Unless it's just one huge puddle with a transporter from the sea, so the things/creatures can come and go.

Hmm, that might be a good thing to test. Or I could get one of the lads to do it for me – that little squeaky voiced person is annoying. Yes, she can go and visit the squid. That's a good idea, if I do say so myself (which I do, evidently, as it's not some mad time lord writing this in my place, it's me. Duh.)

How cool would it be if I could get someone to do that! Maybe I could get Emma to persuade Amos once she's seduced him - which is her obvious plan eventually, I can tell - and he can test it out with the 'Puffs. Always willing to be tester, bless their little yellow... socks.

"Katie?" a voice interrupts my thoughts. "Why are you smiling? It's rather scary."

It's Mary! I haven't seen her all day. Apart from when we got out time tables, and at lunch, and in DADA, erm, hang on, scratch the last bit, I obviously HAVE seen her.

It's probably just the shock. And the forgetfulness that comes with bad karma on my family. I hope. Insanity is not good at this age.

"Well, Mary, I'm trying to figure out who to send to find out if the Black Lake (no, not Sirius' lake, Potter) has a teleport in it. Would you like to help?"

There are the only people in here all watching me. But its okay, I'm not going to die, because it's only us first years. The older peoples are eating. Still.

The Peter person is looking at James with a mad look of hope on his face.

"Wow! Could we find this out, James? It would be fun!"

Good Godrics' beard, that was easy.

Frank seems to be exploding, and has turned a most interesting shade of maroon. I think he understands my plan. Excellent.

Oh arse, he's chocking! Please tell me I am not a disaster zone, that's happened twice now! Not the chocking bit, but things being my fault.

See, karma does not like me. It wants to kill my friends.

Dom and Lance are smacking him on the back, and eventually he stops. Phew. I get three identical smirks come my way, then they go up to the dorms muttering and doing those manly giggles. Chuckling, that's the one. Not manly giggles, because that is still not very manly.

James has agreed, and they are now setting up plans to visit squidy.

I might call him/her Carl. Just so I don't feel mean.

Squids have feeling too, don't they?

Hmm.

Oh for goodness sake, I really must start this essay.

Even Emma has, and that's a mini miracle in itself. Huh.

Sigh. Astronomy later.

To work I go. Then bed. Then tell the girls about Carl.
I'm sure they will appreciate the tale.

In the Room, snoozing before Astronomy.

I'm so tired. So very, very tired.

It's honestly ridiculous.

I did finish that essay thing. Eventually. With the help – not offered, I stole it – of Lily's essay. Emma and Marlene did the same, so it's not cheating. Sort of.

I'm all curled up in my cocoon again, snuggled down in base layers. The black warm ones. It's quite snug.
I haven't bothered telling them about Carl the Squid/Squidette because I'm just to lazy. Shame.

Marlene came in all shivery from visiting the lake again, so the heat-y things back on. Warm air is wafting in my face. It's nice.

Ahh, I could just stay here and not bother with astronomy. But then Lily would be mad at me – she's a bit of a workaholic. That Snape bloke isn't helping either. He came over as we went up to the common room earlier. I can't remember if I've already said this, but oh well. He was all 'Lily, I miss you, I'm lonely, help me with my homework'. Me and Emma dragged her away.

Talking of the Redhead, here she is now, coming out of the shower. And letting in a stream of steam in.

Good Merlin, my pages will get wet! Goodbye!

.

Eh, it's gone a bit now. Lily looks very happy, all cuddled up with her goat. I think I heard her talk to it when she came over, but there you go. Mad girl.

"Lily, what's goat-y's name?" I ask.

She smiled sleepily at me.

"Harry, for my uncle."

... . I'm not even going to ask.

But no, my not askingness was ignored.

"He fought in the last big muggle war and died. This was my last present from him,"

Oh no, she's all teared up!

I should probably go be comforting, but it's bloody warm in here, and I'll lose all my heat.

Oh who am I kidding, that's mean. And selfish. And that is a Slytherin trait!

So I get up and go and hug her. Actually, it's not too cold out of the cocoon, either. Hmm. Cosy, this room is.

I sat there for a few minutes, hugging the sad little Lily, then she fell asleep on me. Not on top of me, but she fell asleep during the Great Katie Armstrong Comfort Hour! It only comes rarely, so she should have taken advantage. Oh well.

I went and snuggled back in bed. Mmm, warm. I like it.

Some Ridiculously Early Time in the Morning.

Earghh, where the hell am I?

Oh yeah, going to bloody Astronomy.

Why would they make us do this at this time?
I cannot be bothered at all. Nope.

We should do this in the morning. I do NOT approve.

Aren't I brilliant, getting this up so soon after the other one? Yes, I thought so too. To my dear, lovely reviewers, thank you!

K –Aww, that made my day. I agree, I have no love at all for Mary Sues or '5th marauders' because it's ridiculous. Really stupid, and ruins it a bit. I do sarcasm a lot myself (my teachers moan at me for doing so) so it's quite an easy thing for me to write.

Anyway, in answer to an anonymous question (why is Lily being nice? In everything else she's a b*tch?) – Lily was annoyed by Sirius and James, but Remus described her as one of the kindest and understanding people in their year. So that is how I'm doing it. Shes not some evil bitchy girl like some others make her out to be. Because that is wrong.

Thanks!

~Wolffe41