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A/N: So, another chapter is up. A LOT of L/J bonding here, it is coming people, I promise. In the chapter after this, or the one after that, I have some serious plot juice for you all. Oh and I have a few words that I've used with the strike tool, it seems to work on here but incase you find some weird sentences, you may not be able to see the strike on your pc/mobiles. Thanks, and do review.

Status: Happy
Where: My bed, my room

Ahh diary. It seems I have abandoned you for the last few days. For this I am ashamed and sorry. But to be honest I have been slightly busy of late, what with my mission make James potter realise what an amazing friend I am (let's just call it mission James from now on).

And so far so good! James and I have done a lot of bonding lately. We've had to; we've been on patrol every night this week so far.

Things I like about patrol:
-We have the castle to roam around by ourselves
-We don't actually patrol most of the time...when I say patrol I actually mean wandering to random places like the kitchens or...okay just the kitchens.
-I get to eat scrummy food
-I get to find out lots more about James

What I dislike about patrol:
Nothing. Ok maybe the sore feet but that's it.

So all in all I'm happy with the results of my mission thus far. To be honest, I'm shocked.

James is...James is something else. It's just so easy to get along with him. We just walk around for hours talking about everything from childhood to habits to house elves.

I've learnt a few things about James, one being that he doesn't like chocolate ice cream. Who doesn't like chocolate ice cream? I may have to reassess my whole motion. Can I really afford to be friends with someone who doesn't like chocolate ice cream? Hmm.

Anyway more recently I have been learning a lot...a whole bloody lot...about Quidditch. Gryffindor vs. Slytherin is on Saturday so James is in Quidditch mode already.

I don't mind though, even Quidditch becomes interesting when it's a form of escape from those damn NEWTS.

So I am really looking forward to the match on Saturday!

Status: Amused
Where: Patrol

You may be wondering why I am writing in here instead of conversing with dearest James over here, and I shall tell you why.

It's Friday night. James is suffering from pre match nerves. He is now in looking out of a window near the wall opposite the cosy little alcove from where I am writing.

I think he's even mumbling to himself.

Oh dear he's coming over here

Status: James has taken over
Where: Still patrol

Oh. This is weird. Hello weird little thing Lils writes in. Damn you Lily for charming it so I can't read what you've said before!
Lily is currently opposite me. She reckons writing in here will calm me down like it does for her.
It is not helping.
You can have Lily back.

Lily here. Sorry for inflicting that pain upon you...weird little thing; puh!
I suggested James write in here to ease his nerves but it didn't seem to work...to each their own eh?

His form of self calming seems to be talking to walls.

Not unusual at all.

Anyway, I shall probably write again after the match. Wish Gryffindor luck!

Status: Pre-match tension
Where: Quidditch stands

Well. I got to write in here before the match. Where do I even start?

I accompanied James to breakfast today for some moral support but somehow I didn't think I was really helping; he and the rest of the Quidditch team were sat down picking at their plates.

Honestly, such fuss over a bleeding game!

So I don't know what came over me, I just wanted to raise everyone's spirits. Slowly, captivated by my inner madness, I levitated a piece of potato and then ZOOM it fell splat right on some Slytherins face.

There was an intake of breath and a small pause, James raised his eyebrow at me, a look of shock on his face. And then...

"FOOD FIGHT!"

And there was chaos. Food was flying everywhere and the entire Quidditch team were on their feet, food bombs going off everywhere, huge grins of their faces. I grinned proudly at my handiwork.

SPLAT! Some bugger had thrown mashed potato right in my face! I grimaced, looking around for the culprit.

James was standing opposite me, a huge smirk on his face, potato dish in hand.

I burst out laughing, running after him, my arms spread out in a threateningly messy hug.

After a minute, James and I took shelter underneath the table, tears streaming down or faces from the laughter.

"Lily Evans!" he said, trying to regain his breath, "I never knew you had it in you!"

I giggled as you could hear McGonagall screaming her head off somewhere above us. The food has stopped flying now, but we stayed underneath the table, amongst some frightened first years, just in case.

"Well, I do tend to surprise now and then, Mr Potter," I said, giggling to myself.

He suddenly stops frowning and looks at me sincerely.

"You do," he said and then he got up from under the table and said "wish me luck!" and then he went.

I do? I do what? Surprise him? Honestly, Quidditch turns people barmy.

Anyway the Great Hall was restored to perfect order when I resurfaced, I quickly got rid of my mess (hurrah for magic) and made my way to the stands and that is where I am now.

And there they are coming out of the changing rooms now, eek! Aww James looks so cute, all nervous like that.

Not cute in that way. Cute in the aww he is so nervous way!

They're kicking off! Wish us luck!

Status: Partying

Where: Gryffindor Common room

As you can tell from my Status…WE WON! We bloody won! And oh what an amazing game it was. James They had it in the bag! James played spectacularly though, dear me. He scored 15 goals all in a row. Fifteen!

I tried to find him when he was done but the crowds were too boisterous for me.

So now, as tradition states, the party is at full swing in the Gryffindor common room. Alice is with Frank (of course) so I've been left in this little corner to bond with you, dearest diary.

The noise is getting too loud, and I've been here long enough. I might go congratulate James and get out of here.

Status: Plan-hatching

Where: My Room

Okay. Wow. So much to write about, so little time.

So after I stopped writing, I went to found James and found him thankfully alone (!) on a couch. I plopped myself down next to him, grinning.

"James!" I said, leaning over to give him a little hug, "Well done! You were awesome!"

James' face looked light it had swallowed a little bulb. Merlin, Quidditch does really get to him.

"Lily!" he says, grinning his Cheshire cat grin, "it's all down to you! The team were stiff as sticks this morning, that little food venture of yours loosened everyone up," he finishes happily, looking like he could kiss squeeze me.

I laughed merrily, "maybe we should make it tradition," I joke, hoping he won't take that seriously.

He nodded and closed his eyes, shaking his head.

"Honestly though Lily, you've been there for me so much for the past week, I don't know if I could have managed without you," he told me earnestly, looking right at me.

"Well, what are friends for?" I asked him, chuckling and inside bursting with success. I called him the friend word now. Although we have been friends for ages, none of us had said it.

"You are a pretty amazing friend, Miss. Evans," he told me with a wink, ruffling my hair up.

"Potter!" I mock-shouted, "Do you want to ruin my hair?!" I said, putting on my sternest face.

And you know what? The poor guy flinched.

"I'm joking!" I said, trying not to laugh, "Your face!"

And that was us off, both in peals of laughter.

"Merlin Lily, I thought you were serious! Acting like some hag about hair!" he exclaimed, grinning now.

"Hag? Excuse me?" I ask in mock-hatred, "but anyway," I tell him, changing the subject, "it's Rob Davies you should be thankful for, he caught the snitch that won you the game, not me."

"Oho," James said, suddenly accusatory tone, "have a little thing for Rob do you?"

I blushed scarlet, looking around the room, "keep your voice down! And no I do not!"

He laughed out loud, "you wouldn't be the first Lils, don't worry, your secret is safe with me,"

I was about to retort but suddenly, the music turned up ten notches higher, and I winced as my ear drums almost exploded.

Sensing my pain, he asked, "you wanna get out of here?"

I breathed a sigh of relief and he took my hand and led me out of the room.

"So, Kitchens?" I ask him hopefully, my tummy rumbling loudly.

He puts his head back, howling with laughter.

"Do I have a choice?" he asks, but looks at my tummy instead of me, as if waiting for a reply.

Damn stomach, I thought, my face going pink.

So we got to the kitchens. And we ate. And I mean ate.

Is it possible to get drunk on ice cream? I think so.

We lay against the wall side by side; I was leaning on the poor sod, my stomach so full it could burst.

He let out a gross belch and I slapped him on the leg playfully and then he had the nerve to tickle, yes, tickle me!

"James!" I tried to shout, "I really will be sick on you!"

And that would be mortifying. Honestly.

So he stopped and I asked him curiously, "shouldn't you be at your party?"

"Nah, rather be here," he told me, getting back into his place next to me.

"Oh," I said simply, "that's nice."

And it is nice. It's more than nice. I finally feel like my guilt has been paid off. And it's not really about guilt anymore is it? I enjoy being friends with him. He's good company.

"James?" I ask into the comfortable silence, "What do you like about in a friend? Like key characteristics?"

He ponders this for a while, scratching his face.

"Well," he starts carefully, "I like surrounding myself with danger, in case you haven't noticed, so for me, I like keeping company with people that are fiery, independent and have that dangerous streak in them," he finishes slowly.

"Oh," I say, and then we both lapse into thinking silence.

After ten minutes or so, we make our way back to the common room, surprised to find that the party had ended.

"I'm sorry for stealing you," I joke, but inside I do feel a bit bad.

"Trust me, I would have left if I wanted to," he tells me amusedly.

We walk back to our own head dorms and say our byes to each other, him going to his room and me to mines.

This is when I begin planning.

James says he likes dangerous people, people who take risks. People that are fun.

But I'm just plain-jane Lily Evans. I'm the most ordinary person brought to earth. Can I afford to lose James as a friend now? No. I really, really enjoy his company.

So I do have a plan. It involves danger. Freedom and danger. And the astronomy tower. But that's all you get to know for now!

I must go to bed now, night x

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