4th September, the room.
Tired and annoyed.

My owl somehow managed to get back in our dormitory last night.

How do I know?

There's poo on my bed.

Poo.

And unless it was Lily, I recon it was Leo. I really should train him, but that requires effort. I have no effort, because today is Saturday.

I'm rather glad that the first of September was Wednesday; I wouldn't have been able to cope if we had come full on into a week of getting up so early.

I should move though, it stinks a bit. And the others are all asleep, so I can have the fun of waking them all up by turning on the shower.

I slowly (very slowly) easy myself up, and slouch over to the bathroom. It's freezing in there, which shocks me because whenever I go to shower, it's usually already boiling.

Oh well, there's plenty of hot water to use up to make it nice and toasty. There should be, anyway. It's a magic school – we have endless supplies of everything.

I pull the lever, and relax as the water hits my back. I like this shower. I could stay here, everyday and forever. We have some nice smelly soap in here from the house elves, so it's a bit like mums' heated room that I'm not meant to go in but do so anyway.

Eh, she doesn't know. What difference does it make?

When I get out of the shower, someone id stomping around on the other side of the door. Aha, I have woken Lily.

Excellent. Now she can shower and I will drag her down to breakfast, I'm bloody starving. The other pair can stay in bed, as requested. Emma is not the nicest thing to wake up to in the world, so giving her a bit of beauty sleep is probably best.

I get dried and dressed, and hurry out so Lily can go in.

She's stood, tapping her right foot, clutching a towel.

"I take it you were the first awake?" she asks.

No, I'm the last. The other two are just pretending, obviously. As much as I love Lily, she is a bit dim sometimes.

I roll my eyes. "Yes, evidently, my dear – now hurry up, I'm starving,"

She arches an eyebrow, and my stomach gives a groan to back up my point. She must have heard it, it sounded like a sitting dragon.

"Fine, whatever - just don't wake them." She points a finger over her shoulder at the sleeping logs, and goes into the bathroom.

I sit back down on my bed, and listen to the water coming back on. Lily squawks a little, and I grin.

I have showers hot enough to make Satan squirm, and since I always go last, the others have not had the pleasure in finding that out.

My stomach growls again, and I thump it. Bad idea, because it hurt. Ever the smart one, me.

I getting a bit bored. The water has not stopped yet, and it's been ... five minutes. Huh.

Shed better hurry up, because my belly is eating my intestines. I don't think that that is healthy, exactly, but as long as live for the next half an hour, I won't need to worry about it because we will be in the great hall, eating.

I lie down on my bed, and snuggle up in the blankets. I swear these beds are enchanted to keep themselves warm, because it seems to be the same temperature as it was when I got out. I'm not going to complain.

I think I must have dozed off, because the next thing I know is Lily is sat on the end of my bed, arms folded, prodding me with her foot.

I slap it away, and she gets up.

"Coming?" she asks sarcastically. I stick my tongue out at her, and get up.

She hops up too, and follows me out of the room. Emma and Marlene are still asleep, thank Circe.

The common room is empty, which surprises me a bit. It's half eight now, and I would have thought that the getting up early vibe would have kicked in, and made everyone get up like they would if it was a weekday. Mine has, bloody thing.

We half run, half walk down the many, many stairs. I think we're getting faster, but by the time we're at the bottom, I'm panting quite hard. Honestly, I must get fit for Quidditch.

"Well," Lily pants, smirking at me. "That was fun,"

I know she saw mw trip and almost go flying headfirst in my bid to get food, so I just glare. She should understand how important food is. It's my favourite time of the day.

So I tell her to shut up, and go into the Great Hall.

...

Bloody hell, it's empty!

Well, I wasn't expecting that.

Lily looks surprised, too, and we slowly make our way to the Gryffindor table. Its right next to the doors, so we don't have to walk far, thank Merlin.

We sit in our usual places, opposite James', Peters, Sirius' and Remus'. It's entertaining, because all they do is bicker.

How very typical maleishness for you.

Speaking of them, they're actually not in here. Huh. How strange – usually me and Lily are the last to get up because we don't need to inhale as much food as everyone else. Even slaggy and friends aren't here, but I won't complain about that.

I grab a couple of slices of toast from the rack, and watch Lily take an apple and cereal. We eat in silence until the doors swing open and a blurry eyed Marlene comes in. I wave, and she wanders over and sinks into the bench next to me.

"I take it you're not a mourning person?" I ask.

She grunts and grabs a mug of coffee, downing it pretty much in one. Lily scrunches up her nose.

I don't get an answer until Marlene finishes eating, and she sighs, leaning back slightly and looking a bit more awake.

"It's Saturday, I have no need what-so-ever to be up early,"

Lily nods sympathetically, and I glare at her. I understand enough body language to know that that sympathetic nod was insulting my need for early morning food.

When Lily is finally finished, we leave the Great Hall and go into the grounds. I haven't seen them at all yet, but apparently it's brilliant. I want to see the Quidditch pitch.

"Oh Wow," Lily murmurs, as I crane my neck, looking for the stands.

Marlene has come to a stop too, so I roll my eyes.

"Guys, what are you doing, I need to find the Quidditch pitch before I explode,"

Lily just drags me back and spins me round, so I see what she was aweing at.

I gasp, and clutch her arm.

We're stood at the crest of a giant hill, with the mountains fading into the distance and coated in greyish clouds. The forbidden forest that James keeps ranting on about is a twisted clump of black and green, with a hut surrounded by pumpkins sitting on the edge. As we watch, a man comes out, followed by a tiny puppy.

"D'you think we can go and look?" Marlene asks, her voice a whisper in the wind.

I shrug. "One way to find out," and head down a rocky path.

They follow me after a moment, and I speed up. The wind is roaring in my ears, but I honestly don't care – I feel alive like I haven't done in ages.

Behind me, Lily gives a small shriek and a weight pushes me forwards. I stumble, trying to regain my footing, but someone (I suspect Marlene) laughs, and the pair of us go tumbling down.

Ouch, buggering ouch.

When we finally roll to a stop, Lily draped over my back, I look up at Marlene. The idiot is stood where we left her, laughing hysterically into her hands.

I drop my head down onto the ground and Lily groans.

"Well, isn't this absolutely fantabulous," she mutters, and I frown. I think the fall has done something to her head, because I'm pretty sure that that is not a word, and Lily is always grammatically correct. As far as I know, anyway.

"What?" I ask, wriggling my body slightly. Ah, no serious damage. Just a lot of bruises and possibly a broken bum knuckle.

She huffs. "Never mind."

She gets up, and I drag myself up to join her in glaring at Marlene, who is finally starting to gain a bit of control and is running towards us.

Lily whacks her around the head when she finally reaches us.

"What was that for!"

"What was that for?" Marlene gasps back, clutching her head.

Lily has gone all red. I take a step back. Angry Lily is not something I would like to be near, by the looks of things. I should find someone else to take my sarcasm and annoyance out on. Maybe Peter.

"You pushed us down a hill!"

"You were going to fall anyway!"

"Well I'm so sorry, something hit my leg!"

"So you panicked and crashed into me," I add wryly. Lily glares, and I can feel myself recoil from her slightly. Her glare could kill a dementor.

She seems to have calmed down a little, though, so we carry on going towards the hut. The man is huge, as far as I can see.

They keep on bickering until the man notices us, and waves. Lily grabs my arm and I shake it off.

She is a bit of a wimp, really. Bless her.

I'm back :D

Yes, once again I was distracted by a small thing called 'life' and 'GCSE's'. It was horrible, and I'm on about 5 hours of sleep a day to get homework, coursework, the pony, writing and running and making a vague attempt at social life. It's very fun.

Cheers for the reviews, guys, I really do appreciate it so freakin much it's unreal. None of my friends are fangirls/boys so I have to have my squeeing sessions alone, and then rewatching Hetalia has made it about six times worse, but I don't care at all :)

~Wolffe