Title: The Abbey Journals
Rating: T or PG-13 for colorful cussing and a bit of violence
Summary: I am James Potter's twin sister and I will tell you right now, seventh year was a big pain in the arse. Wanna know how? Here's my journal, I'll let you read all of what happened through my very eyes. Marauder Era.
Disclaimer: I, Ferfrie D., do not own so much as a speck of Harry Potter – only the merchandise but that's no where near as good as J.K. Rowling has it. Nor do I really own the writing style – Meg Cabot who wrote the Princess Diaries does though, I just wrote this but kind of in her way. Nonetheless, I own NOTHING!
Author's Note: Well here's the third chapter, hope you guys like it. It took a while but it's not as long as the other one really. I'm considering for the moment, if I want to throw in someone's OC in later chapters. But at the moment I am not sure. So I'll keep you posted on that. And everyone, thank you for all your reviews, I am deeply flattered ^^ You guys are the best, love you all very much. Hope you enjoy this chapter!
Early, Tuesday, Great Hall
September 2nd
Yes, it is very early, I know. But I am an early riser if you haven't noticed during our summer vacation. It is actually 5:45. I am literally the first one in this Hall, sitting here at the Gryffindor Table. But it's not like I never am. During the second semester of First Year, I quickly knew that if I didn't want to arrive to class looking like something that literally a cat would drag in after the rain, I had to be here early and leave just before everyone else would wake up. There are no teachers here; there is literally not a single person or ghost in this hall but me. Maybe they are all sleeping in because they always slept late during vacation.
The 'men' of my home do that. I expect other people to, the ones with a normal carefree life unlike me.
Now this has me wondering … what am I going to do once I get out this place? I mean, sure I answered that I was going to be an Auror in my fifth year when McGonagall was asking us what are we going to study for, I said Auror because that's what my parents are and it was the first thing to mind. But either way, I took every class available for the past few years. But you know what I really want to be? A Qudditch player … but seeing that in the fourth year how someone broke it and chucked it, my dreams of flying like a pro are slim- very slim. So slim in fact that that I can beat you that a fairy's wing is ten times thicker than my dream.
Am I really going to follow in my parents' footsteps?
Sometimes, I doubt that I'll ever make it … but I'll try.
Someone just walked into the Great Hall – oh no!
It's Remus Lupin.
….
First day back and I already hate this sodding day.
Should I just stuff the rest of my food into my mouth and make a dash for it?
Or-
"Hi."
I am not going to look up, I am not going to look up, for I refuse to look into his eyes or any of him for this matter. This damn traitor, I am going to focus completely on you, Journal, only on you. I am not going to look up. I cannot look up-
The wanker just sat down directly across from me! I can feel his very presence before me, his warmth I radiating and spiraling out towards me! Someone please get him away from me!
Merlin, I really hate you for letting this happen. I really do.
"It's already the first day back and you're writing pretty frantically. Did any of the teachers give you extra homework over the weekend?"
Tempting to answer but no. I am not going to be friendly with this bloke. I have been cross with him since forever, remember my Top 5 Most Hated List? REMEMBER? I can't speak with him nicely. I gotta think up something, some sort of retort just like the one on the train. Need something that'll just make him so cross that he'll decide to never speak to me again and will move all the way down the table and away from me. Come on brain! Think!
"No, I just feel like writing. Is there a problem with that?" I ask – curse you mind for not thinking up something vile when I need you to be – before looking up at him momentarily.
He blinks, confusedly before shaking his head. "No, not at all."
I roll my eyes rudely and look back down at what I'm writing. I don't even know I'm bothering with this; I should just leave before he asks anymore questions.
So I do.
"I gotta go."
Little Later, Tuesday, Under the Beech Tree Near Black Lake
Ah this is much better! The wondrous cold breeze, I love it, it's making me smile. Sorry it took a bit long, before I left the table, I caught a glimpse of Lupin's face, and he had a grimace for like a second but it disappeared soon afterwards, he was giving me a smile.
"I'll see you later." He said.
Oh I wouldn't count on it. I'll be very discreet when I return for my schedule.
The only things I managed to get as I left was two of my favorite thing to eat because they serve it at every meal: Green Apples. Yeah, I know, some people call them poison apples but they are really good! I used to like red apples because we had a red apple tree in our backyard but James really liked them too … and I don't really want to have anything in common with him so I switched over to green apples which are definitely better and are my addiction. Everywhere I go, I have to have a green apple in my bag. I had one on the train too! Just in the pocket of my wand holder of course! I ate it when we were in the carriage and I ate another one at the very awkward feast. It was delicious.
Harry likes these too even if he's a carnivore. I guess my addiction raided his systems too.
Speaking of Harry….
There's a soft caw above me, making me smile even more just as I look up. Circling above me is none other than Harry, just flapping his wings idly before he slowly descends. He's very graceful actually. Unlike me who kind of stumbles a bit at everything. He's a really beautiful bird actually. I love how his color spirals. You probably don't understand but let's start with his beak, per say. It's literally a spiral of black and brown. Okay as in spiral, I mean like when you go to a muggle ice cream place and they have those chocolate and vanilla swirls? Yeah like that, but it's black instead of white (if you're asking how a pureblood like me knows, I tried it once, when I got out of the mansion during third year's summer, there was an ice cream store near by and since I traded some of my money in for muggle money, I nearly bought the whole store's worth of ice cream). The top slant of his head is black; it covers the feathers all around his left green eye while the dark brown covers the bottom slant of the feathers all around his right red eye. Yeah he has bi-color eyes! And then the colors swirls around his body, he's really beautiful! I wonder why his siblings knocked this sort of beauty out of their nest, but either way, I'm glad I could call him mine.
His sharp talons pierce my left shoulder, but I'm so used to it, I can't even feel the pain. He playfully nips my ear in affection before rubbing his head gently over my cheek. I giggle, feathers actually do tickle. I lift my wand and point it towards the apple that's resting on my book bag, flicking it once, it cuts off only one slice on its own and it flies to station itself directly in front of Harry who seems to sniff it before taking it bit by bit into his beak.
Dropping my wand into the grass again, I use my free hand to scratch him right at his neck very gently.
I love this bird so much. No matter the fact that I raised him when his mother wouldn't take him back, when I tried to set him free, he wouldn't leave me. And then I promised that I would never leave him.
Harry's like one of those lights in a dark life, you know? He's kept me in track for most of Hogwarts really. He's my getaway.
You are probably wondering why I named him Harry …. I just always liked the name really, not that Harry's hairy but there's this sort of ring to it … I wonder if I ever have a son, if I could name him after Harry. Besides … I mean I hate to really have to admit it but … Hawk Harry isn't always going to be around ….
God that just gets me sad even considering that.
….
Hey what time is it?
….
Aw fucking bull.
I need to go get my schedule.
Ta-ta for now Harry, go find a nice rat to stuff in your beak while I take my apple with me and munch it all the way there.
Later, Tuesday, Defense Against the Dark Arts
I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I SODDING HATE HIM!
That's it! My brother has been dethroned from his position as number one on my hate list! It's that wretched being with the name of Black. He will perish in hell and I'll be the one to see it through! I'll be the one roasting him on a pitchfork and I will be cackling when I do it.
And I will be joining you on that one!
Thank you, mini me, I know we've had our disagreements for the past several years, but that really has brought us closer.
Like moths to the flame.
Yes, exactly like that. Mini me, you are brilliant.
I like to think so.
You wouldn't believe what that … that … that thing did.
He exposed me in front of the entire school!
I was literally jogging my way back to the Great Hall after setting Harry back to hunting or the Owlery. Sometimes I really wonder why there must be very long hallways but at the moment, I didn't care, I was still jogging like a madwoman. I wasn't really running you know. But when you're jogging, sometimes it gets caught in your robes right? So I wasn't wearing it today because I knew I probably needed to do something with jogging and the fact that it's still a bit of summer. I had it in my book bag, nicely folded too. So I was jogging, avoiding Filch at all costs but I had a feeling he was somewhere else in the castle so I didn't need to worry. But what I was kind of worried about was that nearly no one was in entrance hall with the exception of the Slytherin kid, who had been cheering for me when I was announced to the whole school about being Prefect last night, who was also walking his way towards the Great Hall and a few other scattered people. It kind of gave me a bit of suspicion about everyone else but I knew that no matter what, I know I would have this cold look of blankness on my face no matter what so I turned towards the door of the Great Hall, thinking they were all just getting their schedules.
I lost my footing; I was slipping on some sort of water. Soon enough, I fell on my back with a small grunt like yelp and was sliding all the way to the direct middle of the Great Hall. I had a feeling that the water was already making the back of the shirt all wet, I could even feel it. Just before I could even sit up, I looked up and saw a bucket that I didn't catch sight of while I was sliding. My eyes grew wide as the bucket flipped over and all of its contents slipped out and splashed me right over. First it was some sort of goop, green goop. I knew this goop actually, it's magic disability goop. Green stands for charms, so I wouldn't be able to charm myself clean and dry. I was covered in head to toe in it. I made a small noise of disgust but it was nothing compared to the horrendous laughter around me. But all of that green goop was washed away by another bucket.
A bucket of water. I was used to the sort of treatment while I heard the words of others, saying things like "Did you enjoy your dip, Potter?" "It is summer, you haven't gotten wet enough, Potter!" "Oi Potter, care to go swimming later on?" but hey I was used to it. I kept a poker face through the whole thing as I tried a few times to get up but kept falling down, earning extra laughs. I heard McGonagall barking at everyone to silence as she approached the scene but when I finally got up, I just brushed myself off and then I heard the most disgusting noises I have ever heard.
Boys were wolf-whistling. And I looked down and sighed. The top shirt was now see-through, only showing the white spaghetti strap underneath. Why must the school uniform be a white button-up? Ever heard of the color black- that's when I knew who it was and turned to just give my blank stare at bloody Black who was laughing so much while he walked out of the Great Hall, I wouldn't be surprised – or disappointed – if he turned purple, choked, and died. Lupin looked less than amused; actually he was really glowering at Black who looked at me, beginning to wolf-whistle, James's expression remained blank, his gaze meeting mine for possibly a mere minute or two before he turned and started talking with Pettigrew. I just stood here, dripping with water, people still laughing. My brother just saw that I'm technically exposed to practically everyone and he doesn't give a damn.
I always thought brothers were supposed to care.
But that's nothing but a myth in my life.
Prick.
So I just turned back to face Professor McGonagall who was standing in front of me with her wand pointed at me, instantly, I was dried – well my clothes anyway. I ran a hand through my wet hair and held my hand out towards her. "I came to get my schedule professor." My voice was notably tired, I'm pretty sure anyone could tell. McGonagall nodded, holding out the schedule to me which I accepted and turned on heel, avoiding the water and goop while I heard McGonagall being distracted by a few other students.
First day back and I am being laughed at while I walk down the entrance hall.
I wish everyone could fuck off and mind their own damn business.
So as I wanted to escape, return to my lonely, cold, little world I call home, I marched off to class with head up high with my wet hair still dripping, the charmed part of my hair (vibrant turquoise) shining – looking almost unreal.
Here I am actually (with hair somewhat dry), the first person here in the front and in the corner –as close as I could get to the corner in the seat-, with just young Professor Reggie up front, writing a few things on the board which I am copying with my other hand (yes I learned how to write with my right hand since I write with my left, you are of course more important so I'm using my left hand to write in you) while no one else appears. But I'm starting to hear those hordes of footsteps from flights below. Wait, someone is actually-
I really do hate today.
Later, Tuesday, Near the end of DADA
You know what sucks during class? It's when people are still laughing and pointing at you because of an earlier prank. That's the only thing that pisses me off really. And that means I'm actually pissed off right now. Sure I am still in my corner and all but those fagbags won't shut up really. This sucks even more because today Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs have this class. And fucking Allie Weblie is in this class sitting in the back with the Marauders. I sit here just writing in you since I finished with notes in the middle of class. I'm also looking around. McKinnon, upon entering the class, plopped down right next to me with Evans right behind me, Vance and MacDonald didn't have this class. They tried to talk to me at the beginning of class, asking why my hair was wet but their questions were answered when everyone else started to walk on in. Professor Reggie shut anyone up before they could consider making me even more pathetic. Hmm ... I wonder if Professor Reggie will be single once I get out of Hogwarts.
Haha, no I'm just kidding. The most of the female population of this school are in some of those fangirl clubs. There's the Marauder Fan Club which has its own little divisions in there, split between James, Black, Lupin, and Pettigrew. Then there is the Diggory Fan Club, others like those, and then the Professor Reggie Fan Club. Lots of girls actually vie for this man's attention.
Well … he's not that bad looking. He has mahogany hair – leaning more towards red than brown – that is cut short, to the nape of his neck and is ruffled insanely devilish. His eyes are like phantom teal. It doesn't hurt that he has an attractive tan – he's also the Qudditch Referee –, six foot six, and drool-worthy muscles. Plus he's only twenty-two, started during fifth year when he was twenty. I like him, just not in that way. I also seem to be his favorite student, every other day; he would sit in front of my desk, on his own, and would just talk with me. Random things, sure, but still pretty fun. I learned during one of those talks that his full name was Christopher Reggie. It fits him actually.
He's over at his desk, standing and explaining a few complex things that others don't exactly get. But being his top student, I already know this.
The professor just glanced my way just as he finished, on his lips is a small smile. Probably because of something stupid – god I'm sleepy.
Maybe a little nap before bell will be alright, I mean, I have finished all the notes and everything.
Fine, a little nap it is.
Even Later, Tuesday, Transfiguration
Don't you hate it when teachers only give you like ten minutes before they announce that they are going to put you all as partners in about a week? Well McGonagall only gave us about ten minutes to settle down – I am again in my little corner in the back but this time, my sitting partner is Emmaline Vance McKinnon and Evans are in this class too, in fact they are sitting right in front of us – before she tells us about NEWTs.
"You all know very well that today is the start of your final year here at Hogwarts. This is also the only year where you are going to be able to study hard for the NEWT testing at the end of the year. We are going to start as soon as possible, right now it'll only be note taking, but in a week's of time, I will be putting you into permanent grouping for the rest of the year. This week may be fun and games for all of you, but by the time I am done with all of you, every piece of knowledge that I could give will be drilled into your head, I will assure you of that much."
Encouraging enough … I wonder if her teachers were like that to her.
Because I heard that teaching is great because you can copy each other's teaching styles. I don't know but maybe that's where she got this strictness.
….
I wonder if McGonagall was like one of those happy-go-lucky girls when she was our age or was she like me? Hm ….
That is a very interesting question …. I think she's more of in between. But with this personality it's practically impossible to tell.
One to ten, rate this class of boredom at the moment – EV
I stared at the note just passed to me by Vance, before glancing at her then back to it. This would have to be the first passing note thing I've ever done. Oh well.
Seven – AP
Really? I say nine, we already know this.
There are some idiots like James and Black that didn't study or even pay attention about this.
Yeah but your brother is talented at Transfiguration, Black just copies. Look behind you, they look very bored.
No thanks, I don't like looking at them. Especially after what happened this morning.
I heard about that, are you okay?
I'm fine, I've been through worse.
Lily and Marley mentioned that a few times. Sorry we couldn't help, we tried talking it out of people….
No problem, it doesn't really faze me anymore.
But you know … you have us dorm girls, right?
Now to that, I was surprised as I read it, chewing on my quill. I looked at Vance who was watching me, her golden eyes looking at me in sincerity. That is but for a moment before I turn back to the parchment, entranced by its words. Giving a small smile, I respond.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Oh, one question.
Yes?
What do you think Professor McGonagall was when she was our age? Happy-go-lucky or picked-on-so-much-barely-had-any-friends?
I
How is it that you people do not invite me into passing notes anymore? – MM
Yes, actually we feel very left out – LE
Well now that you are here, read the question above. Potter, I believe she was more of the happy-go-lucky person.
Oh no, you got it all wrong, she had to be the woman who was always fancying boys.
Like you? I picture her of Head Girl material, what about you, Potter?
I picture her more of in between.
Interesting.
And for the record, Ms. Head Girl, I am not boy-crazy.
But you are in denial.
You may think yourself tomboy, Marley, but you're always fancying a guy by every week.
Potter back me up, I need Tomboy support here.
Actually, since when does always fancying make you less tomboyish?
But that makes sense, who are you fancying as of currently?
Three guesses who.
Professor Reggie! He looked quite hot without his robe today – only wearing that black-button up and the black slacks.
Gag.
You don't like Professor Reggie?
No not that, he's actually quite nice to me.
Then – oh ….
What? Black?
I hate that name.
Ooh, I have an idea; let's start the annual hot boy list.
I gotta get back to my notes.
No we need commentary! Stay!
Plus you could throw in a few, let's go!
The Top 10 Hotties as of the Start of Seventh Year
According to: Marlene "Marley" McKinnon, Lily Evans, Emmaline "Emma" Vance,
And Abigail "Abbey" Potter
(With Commentary)
1) Professor Reggie: Has the most hottest looks known to man. His eyes are so … so mysterious and something new to look at. He's well tanned for being Qudditch Referee. His muscles, oh so drool worthy. AND he's just twenty-two.
EM: Agreed, plus he's tall. But I think he's waiting for someone other than you, sorry Marley.
LE: I hear that there are some girls who actually admire him for looking good in anything. But I really do love his eyes.
AP: He's really funny and nice once you get to know him.
2) Amos Diggory: Not bad for a guy who must also deflate his head. Qudditch Captain, has the body that works with that, his voice is very deep, and his eyes shine.
LE: I agree on that one, he's always bragging about one thing or another during meetings and rounds.
AP: Never really seen him, don't really care.
MM: He's hot, but not that hot.
3) Jerry Fentir: Although dating Lauren Demoor. A well toned out hottie and is undeniably smart and kind. Wish he had a twin that we all could pounce on.
AP: Um ….
MM: He is actually hot; I'm not surprised he has his own fan club that is threatening Lauren.
EV: Lauren told me his eyes always change color, they're usually purple though~
4) Sirius Black: Although a Marauder prick, he is hot- sexy even. His hair looks like silk; just about any girl wants to have his hair. His stormy grey eyes pull anyone in, and Gryffindor Beater, I've caught him shirtless several times and damn.
EV: True, very true even though he likes to seduce half of female population.
LE: We all just wished he grew up.
AP: I'll be the one roasting him on a pitch fork when he goes to hell, did you know?
5) James Potter: Ring leader of the Marauders, may be a big headed prick to some but he's quite nice and cool to hang with, but he is also pretty hot and sexy. His muscles show how hard he works at Qudditch, pretty smart, his hazel eyes are oh so beautiful, and his hair just looks so good when it's wet. (Yes I heard you saying that, Lily)
LE: You are mistaken! I did not say that although it is true!
AP: Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew
MM: That may be true but you made little Potter turn green, literally. Hahaha.
6) Remus Lupin: Nice, smart, not that bad, pretty cute and somehow has these scars that appear on him every other day but it makes him seem more of a fighter. I hear he won't date anyone because he's looking for a real intimate relationship. Win-win right there.
AP: I hate him, he should die.
MM: Oh yeah, I hear most girls just wanna get into a broom cupboard with him already. Poor Lupin.
EV: It's funny; no one has ever dated him really, or even had the chance to kiss him. Heard he is also waiting for his first kiss.
7) A-Slytherin-Kid-That-I-Have-No-Idea-What-His-Name-Is: Although he's a sixth year, he's pretty cute, smiles at me every time I walk past him, he cheered for me at the Feast. His eyes are darker storm orbs, his skin is very pale, and his hair is the epitome of perfection.
MM: I say we find you two a broom cupboard.
EV: That's Regulus Black! Aw~ Puppy love~
LE: Heard he's single ;)
WRONGLY ACCUSED AUTHOR: I do not fancy him, this is a hottie list, isn't it?
8) Benjy Fenwick: Pretty hot, for a Hufflepuff. Heard he tried to lay one on Trixie Shays' stepsister, Nora. Didn't get far so he's single ;) I think I might try to find a cupboard with him
EV: Agree, you are such a slag, Marley
LE: Heard he got laid by Weblie.
AP: First day back and I'm gonna be sick.
9) Frank Longbottom: Although dating Alice Smith, he's everything a girl could want, plus, Alice said he understands how we women feel half of the time. She's got a nice catch.
LE: Agreed.
AP: I think that's my cousin …. Alice I mean.
MM: Agreed.
10) Shea Audrey: Ravenclaw, almost got Qudditch Captain if Trixie didn't beat him to it, has very beautiful eyes.
AP: You mean the guy that was dragged into the lake by the Giant Squid last year?
MM: Oh yeah, him. He's not that bad a snogger.
EV: You would, Marley, you would.
I looked back at the front of the room where McGonagall was erasing some of the notes, making me look at the time that read 9:35. Damn, the list took quite a while. So I leaned back in my chair, stretching, yawning, and running a hand through my hair, which was now nearing it's dry mark. Someone kicked my shoe causing me to look up at McKinnon who is doing some sort of mime thing. I think she means that they are serving hot dogs at lunch … I could be wrong though.
Vance rolled her eyes and mouths the meaning to me.
'What's your next class?'
Oh so it wasn't that they are serving hot dogs at lunch … darn and I was actually hoping they were, I tried one during the summer of fifth year, really good.
I take out the schedule from my bag and look at it. Damn, Charms.
I hope the disability goop wore off.
Later, later, Tuesday, End of Charms
McKinnon dragged me here, she really did. Once she found out that I had this class, regardless that Vance, MacDonald, and Evans did too, she dragged me off. I might not hate this day as bad as I had once before but people are still laughing about me. The disability did wear off by the way, I found out when I was trying to charm the back of Black's head to light itself on fire. It worked, but it was only because McKinnon pushed me to do it (Okay and maybe because I've been dying to do it). Oh and I found out my green apple isn't in my bag anymore! I had the extra one stuffed in there! It's lost! Where did it go?
Ugh … I might die without it.
Maybe I should go down to the Kitchens ….
How I found out about that place, well someone left me a note in one of my books when I was nearing starvation during third year, how to get to the Kitchens. I never pigged out so much in my life. But whoever that person was, Merlin bless their souls. So…. I just need to run down there now since next is lunch and I want to avoid people like the plague….
I've packed my things and am just about ready to dash with you in my arms.
Very later, Tuesday, Double Ancient Runes
Evans said that Black was furious but he has no idea who charmed his hair on fire. She pats me on the back with congratulations
Score!
Marauders: 1 Abbey: 2 (from the train and burning Black's hair)
Nyaa~ nyaa~
You know, this day is changing for the better … maybe McKinnon was right.
And even though she's supposed to be strict and what not … Evans is an awesome Head Girl.
OH! And I got five apples! They are in my bag where I will now protect them with all my life!
Three minutes till school day is out, Tuesday, End of Ancient Runes
Why the hell is that wanker looking over here?
Lupin is looking my way, well mine and Evans' way since me and Evans are sitting together. I had my head on the desk in bored while writing in you. I didn't even know until Evans kicked my ankle and whispered in my ear.
"Remus is looking your way."
Remus? I don't know any Remus. I know a Lupin. The sick bastard that betrayed me, sure I know him, but I don't know any Remus.
But nonetheless, that woke me up from boredom, jolting up in my seat and looking his way in surprise. He's near the front with Jerry Fentir but he's definitely looking over here. I narrowed my eyes, no matter how much he wanted to seem like he wasn't apart of it this morning, he was and he's a traitor. I then give him a blank stare and then turn sharply and put my head back on the desk, continuing to write in you.
I wonder how life would've been if James and Riley never changed … I wonder how life would've been if Remus was my friend. Those are things I wonder about sometimes ….
Haha, imagine me being part of the Marauders, fancying Black, being an animagus for Lupin who would turn out werewolf. Imagine if all that was true. Oh how I laugh. I'm pretty sure Lupin isn't even a werewolf. But imagine, oh I'm going to laugh myself silly XD
Nearing Sunset, Tuesday, Outside Under the Big Beech Tree
It's nice out here, much like in the morning. But now I'm out here, sketching the lake and Harry. Oh yeah, Harry came to join me as soon as I got outside. He's currently perched on my knee, looking around like a guard but it is his nature. I'm drawing him looking out at the lake which is what he is really doing. By the way, I'm also kind of good at drawing, sketching and drawing, if it has to do with a quill or a wizpen, then I'm good at it.
I always sketch around this time actually … but I really want to sketch when there's a full moon. I never did it before because I didn't want to get caught by prefects … but now that I am a prefect. It fits pretty good considering that maybe in October I can get a much more decent picture perfect of the lake in a full moon than in September. I'll have to check my calendar to make sure to sign up for that day though. I can bet that it'll be prefect.