A/N:
Sorry for the super mega ultra stinky last chapter! It was all in my rush to update. This one should be better…I hope…or at least longer.
I awoke to the sound of loud giggling.
"Okay, what kind of rubbish is this?" Leyna asked me through a mouth full of Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Beans, holding up a book with a green cover and the words Lily Evans scrawled upon it in very untidy and seemingly rushed handwriting.
"My diary…" I moaned groggily.
"Diary! What kind of a diary is this? I mean, I only read last night's entry, which you had book-marked and which was also pretty lame. When I had a diary, I filled it full to bursting with all sorts of juicy stuff. Like… boyfriends. Or something else interesting to read about in case someone, like me, decides to invade your privacy while you sleep through your first class."
It took me several, long moments, to process what she said.
"SLEPT IN THROUGH MY FIRST CLASS? ARE YOU SERIOUS? TRANSFIGURATION IS MY WORST SUBJECT; I CAN'T HAVE THE PROFESSOR TAKING AWAY POINTS BEFORE I EVEN ENTER THE CLASS…" I raved. I ranted. I downright screamed. And they were all staring at me. And laughing.
I stopped mid-rant. "What, may I ask, is so funny?"
"Transfiguration…isn't for….another hour….had to do something…to get you up…" Nadia said, through gasps of laughter.
Lenya seemed to have calmed herself. "Lily Sarah Evans, on behalf of the rest of our group, I am giving you an assignment. You are to carry that little notebook around with you everywhere in your bag, and write at least 2 entries per day with what you are doing, feeling, and thinking. Failure to do so will result in the rest of us not speaking to you for a week, at the very least. Agreed?" she said, looking around as if daring anyone to disagree.
A chorus of, "Agreed" was heard from Effie, Adrian, and Nadia.
Some friends I have.
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Transfigurations, First Day of Classes (whatever day that is) Notes passed between Lily, Nadia, Leyna, Adrian, and Effie.
LE: That whole diary thing is just cruel. Why do you guys care if I keep a diary, anyway?
N: So we can read it, of course.
A: Duh.
E: And if anything's JUICY enough, I might put it in my column!
LE: YOU WOULDN'T DARE
L: We won't let her, Lillers. I came up with it so that you might realize your feelings for a certain person on a certain Gryffindor Quidditch team who is certainly in our year.
LE: Well, come to think of it, that Black fellow is pretty hot…but Leyna called dibbs :(
A: HE IS NOT HOT!
L: Yeah he is.
E: He SO is.
N: SOMEONE'S in denial!
A: Yeah, Lily. We all know you like Potter. There's no chance you could cover that up with Black.
LE: DO NOT!
N: Well, she does. But I was talking about someone who likes Black.
L: Other than me.
A: Effie?
E: Guess again!
A: New subject.
L: The topic remains on the Marauders.
A: Fair enough. James and Lily.
E: …Sitting in a tree…
L: K-I-S-S-I-N-G!
LE: Not for 100 galleons.
N: 1,000?
LE: You've got yourself a deal. Cough it up, and then stick Potter in a tree.
E: Oh, here comes Proffes
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The Hogwarts Gazette
Gossip Column
By: Effie Skeeter
Welcome, all, to a new year! New romance as well as old floods the halls, some as fresh and tender as a new blossom, others harboring tension you could cut with a quill.
Here's the scoop on the infamous Marauders:
-James Potter: Currently single, but only has eyes for my dear friend, Lily Evans.
-Sirius Black: TAKEN! Since the train ride here, Mr. Black has been snogging Leyna Shinkeen (another friend of mine) senseless every time they're within eyesight of each other.
-Remus Lupin: The book worm Marauder is SINGLE! Has been caught staring avidly at yet another friend of mine and fellow bookworm, Nadia Rosetta.
-Peter Pettigrew: Single.
My Predictions:
-Potter: Lily might come around eventually, if you play your cards right. See me or Nadia for advice, if necessary.
-Black: Leyna and Black are very much alike. Not really into, pardon the pun, serious relationships. May/may not last.
-Lupin: Something might happen if you talked to her!
-Pettigrew: No predictions.
In closing, I am currently single, as is the one friend not mentioned in this article, Adrian Belkvitz
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Dear Diary,
I'm currently in History of Magic. Professor Binns is droning on and on, so I thought this was the best time to make my first entry of the day.
My friends are forcing me to write this. Unless I wish to become alone and friendless, I must write here 2 times per day. They asked me to record my feelings. Here they are.
Feelings regarding this diary: Hatred. You hear that, diary? I hate you, with a deep and intense passion.
Feelings towards my friends: Extreme Annoyance.
Feelings towards James Potter (who is the real reason they want me to write in here): Indifferent. He may have lightened up on the cursing and pranking a bit, or just have become much sneakier. Either way, my feelings have not changed.
Ooh, I just got a note! HoM is also a really good time for note passing. Let me copy it out.
Lily.
For the first and definitely not last time this year, would you care to accompany me to Hogsmeade this weekend? It would be much appreciated.
-James
PS: Sirius says to tell Leyna…some sort of nonsensical mushiness. He siriusly must have some sort of disease. Hope it's not contagious.
Ha! Here is a chance to prove my indifference towards him.
James.
No. Thanks for the offer, I suppose.
Lily.
PS: Leyna has the same disease. We should send them to the hospital wing.
Perfect. Polite and friendly, but definitely to the point…
No response. He's writing something, but the bell is about to ri-
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The bell rang before James finished writing. Convenient, isn't it? As I was walking down the corridor after History of Magic, a short blonde first year girl came up to me.
"Are you Lily Evans?" she squeaked.
"Yes," I replied cautiously.
"I've been told to deliver this to you,"' she said, handing me a tightly bound scroll of parchment bound with a purple ribbon.
"Thanks," I said as she ran away. I opened and saw tall, slanted handwriting.
Lily,
If it is convenient, I would appreciate it if you would meet me in my office within the next hour. Thank you,
Albus Dumbledore
I ran as fast as I could toward Dumbledore's office. The gargoyle let me pass as soon as I mentioned Cauldron Cakes, and I went up the staircase towards the Headmaster's office.
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"Lily! Welcome!" Dumbledore said as soon as I entered his office. The portraits of past Heads winked at me, and I noted that Professor Dippit, who passed away midway through my second year, gave an exceptionally enthusiastic wave.
"Now down to business, Ms. Evans. I trust you've been reading the Daily Profit?"
"Yes, sir. My personal apologies for the nasty piece Effie's older cousin Rita did on you."
"No worries dear, no worries. You will know about the Ministry's struggle against a certain dark wizard then, yes?"
"Oh, yes sir. The news about that muggle man being tortured to insanity and his wife and son murdered was awful. How could a person do something like that?"
"One can only guess. So I trust you've also heard about his usage of the imperius curse?"
"That's what frightens me the most, sir. Anyone among us could be controlled by him…" I trailed off, realizing what I'd just said. I looked at the Headmaster uncertainly. SURELY he wasn't…
"I am no more a Death Eater than you are, Miss Evans. I am sad to say, however, that perhaps our Head Boy is being controlled by use of the imperius curse. He has been disappearing off of the grounds, and looking peaky and shifty at the same time. What really got me suspicious was when he refused my offer of a lemon drop. A muggle friend of mine introduced me to them; I seem to have gotten hooked." Dumbledore said, gesturing to a bowl of sticky-looking sweets on his desk.
"All in all, he's been acting rather strange. He appears to be a good actor, so there isn't much I can do about it at the moment, because I lack proper proof. Since you're Head Girl and will be spending a lot of time with him, I am asking you to watch him for me, and watch him closely. I have also asked Mr. Lupin to help, since he is a Gryffindor Prefect as well. Mr. Lupin as asked that his friends be allowed in on it too, including Mr. Black, Mr. Potter, and Mr. Pettigrew. Is this agreeable to you, Lily?"
My head spun. Spying on Kyle with the Marauders; this was certainly unexpected. However, I couldn't imagine another group of people more qualified for the job of sneaking, spying, and plotting.
"Very agreeable, Professor," I said, making my decision and hoping it was the right one.
"Good. You start Head patrols tonight; Mr. Lupin and friends will be following from a safe distance. Come up to my office any time if you have any proof."
"Thank you, Professor." I said as I exited the office and made my way to the Great Hall for lunch.
A/N #2:
That chapter was not what I expected. I enjoyed writing the first have immensely, but…this fic is most definitely becoming odd. I'm going to start another one that's…less odd. If you like this one, though, I'll keep writing it! Post your opinion in your
review!
As always, post an idea for what you think should happen and I'll likely add it in my next chappie.