A/n: okay, so i'm sooo sorry that i havent updated in ages, i've been really sick and had to catch up with all the work and then i had to do the current work... man senior really sucks!
anyways, so update now and thats good right? right.
IMPORTANT: THIS CHAPTER WILL BE VOID OF QUOTES BUT INSTEAD I WILL UPDATE TWO BRAIN TEASERS! HAVE FUN!
1)A man was out walking his dog. He rode, yet walked. What is the name of the dog?
2) With pointed fangs it sits in wait;
With piercingforce it doles out fate;
Over bloodless victims proclaiming it's might;
Eternally joining in a single bite;
What am i?
ANSWER'S AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER >
now onto the good part!
Edge of lake – After Classes
I
Officially
Love
Sirius
Black.
Good-bye Jake Sommerfield, you never did anything like this for me before. Even though you never went to the same school as me… that would be scary seeing as I went to an entirely female populated school.
I'm sure you're interested as to how this revelation came about. You see, it all started once upon a time when…
Nah!
I'm just winding you up.
No, I woke up from last night's small amount of sleep – you'd be surprised as to how long filling in a diary actually takes – stressed out and tired. I stumbled, rather gracefully actually, into the great hall for breakfast.
First thing Sirius said to me when I sat down and let out a huge feral, un-lady-like yawn was,
"Let me guess, you haven't completed your star chart."
"I did the essay."
Well that was true enough.
He stared at me, incredulous.
What? Am I really that ugly?
"You can write an essay without doing the star chart?"
"NO!" I said… indignantly, "It's just that the star charts are hard."
Well, they are,
insert tongue poking out here
Anyway, I'm too tired too care. So what if I get a detention. It's just a detention.
I said so.
"So what? SO WHAT?"
Whoa! Unexpected reaction. Especially from Potter.
"So what if you get a detention? Our first game is coming up, and if you're not at every single practice, I'll-"
"Ah, save it Potter. It's too early for a pep talk."
Okay, just to get one thing clear here. I am NOT mad at Potter. I do NOT hate Potter. I call him Potter because all the stupid boys on the quidditch team call all the other stupid boys on the quidditch team by their last names. Except Sirius. I think it's because he hates his family so much and hates to be reminded of them…
Something like that, anyway.
So the team consists of:
Potter
Cameroll
Longbottom
Sirius
The Evans's
And me.
Wow, what a team…
AHAHAHHAAAA!
"Come on Sirius, you have to help her, please please please please please please, we need her. Come on Sirius-"
"Prongs, the boy said okay the first time you asked."
Good 'ole Remmie. Catching Potter's Captain Obvious disease. Oh boy!
Potter shaped his mouth into a circle. "Oh"
The resemblance between him and a goldfish with glasses is remarkable.
Anyway, Sirius offered to help me with my chart, and I agreed, and then I was taking too long, so he stole it and did it all himself, and I had a lovely conversation with Sara and a way, way too hyper Rose about who was hotter, Jack Cornwell or Dimitry Chavankov. In my opinion, both of the elite quidditch players are as hot as each other, but Rose maintains that Irish, Jack Cornwell is hotter than Russian, Dimitry Chavankov.
Yes, how random but I thought that you needed to know.
Anyways, the point of this rather short and boring submission is to tell you why I am late for quidditch and not in fact in detention like I had anticipated.
WAIT A MOMENT!
Late for quidditch practice? I'm going to die.
Ohnoohnoohnoohnoohnoohnoohnoohnoohnoohnoohnoohno!
Oh well, at least I should sleep soundly tonight…
If I make it that far.
Well I'm off to face my death!
YAY!
How brave am I!
Off I am now.
Ciao!
Common Room – After Dinner
Oh
My
Sweet
Merlin!
I am in shock.
Like the shock where a meteorite shower hit the earth and left the world in tact, and the dinosaurs are still alive…
There's no killing Professor Binns. He just doesn't die.
You see, something massive, and huge happened and it has the whole school talking.
But first, I must explain why I haven't written in here for so long…
Ok, so I didn't die after that my previous… lateness for quidditch,
But!
I was tortured.
I mean, not the torture where you're in the most boring class with your most hated teacher who, coincidentally, looks like the living dead and are stuck with people you hate…
But the torture where you're kidnapped by an evil person and tortured with all kinds of shiny instruments and inventions for information.
That torture.
If my mother knew that I was playing quidditch, she would have a heart attack.
Anyways, that was four days ago.
Not much has happened in that time, other than the trip to the hospital wing because I broke a calf bone…
I think Madame Pomfrey has a permanent bed for me now!
YAY!
Madame Pomfrey… I wonder if she's French. The next time I'm in there, I'll start talking to her in French!
Anyways, so now you must be asking, just what is the great importance of me writing this. Why now?
Well I have major news. Like MAJOR-major.
It's the first of October, and today at dinner, Dumbledore made an announcement.
I
Am
Sooooooo
Excited!
You see on Halloween, we're inheriting some visitors. Not ordinary visitors but visitors non-the-less. I'll tell you what happened.
Everyone had finished eating half an hour ago, – everyone excluding Captain 'Obvious' Potter and Baboon Sirius - but the food hadn't been cleared from the table and the scraps disposed of yet, so as the great – polite - students we are, we stayed put, talking confusedly amongst ourselves.
Eventually Professor Dumbledore stood up, and Potter and Sirius stoped eating to give him their entire attention. See, they have respect.
"Ladies, Gentlemen, and of course James and Sirius"
Sniggers sounded through the hall, and the two baboons stood up and took a bow.
Ishk!
Idiots!
"In precisely one month, on Halloween, we will be formerly welcoming and opening what I am sure will be one of the most wonderful learning experiences of your Hogwarts career. Hogwarts is proud to host the Inter-School Quidditch league."
Cheering sounded through the hall.
Dumbledore smartly waited for it to die down, instead of stopping it.
Wise man.
"As to who's competing, I will leave that for you to discover when the time comes."
Damn that little twinkle in his eyes. Stupid mysteries. Now I am going to die trying to figure it out. That's just great.
Anyways, he went on to say that Hogwarts quidditch teams will play and represent the school. We're to have a welcoming feast on Halloween for them., The prefects and Head Boy and Girl are to organise it.
Oh well, that means that I don't have to. More time for study, friends and of course, the hospital wing.
Yay!
Anyways, so now the entire Gryffindor house is in the common room trading rumors about who's competing and who's not. The whole school is one big gossip fest.
Honestly!
Don't these people have better things to do?
And just when I was thinking that they were sane.
Pfffft!
See what being positive does to someone?
So I have survived almost an entire month at Hogwarts, and all I can say is that I wish I had come here earlier. Everyone – almost – is so nice, and kind and wonderful. I will definitely miss it here. At least I can stay here on Christmas break!
YAY!
Unlikely.
The chance of me being allowed to stay here is about 1000000000000/1. There are Christmas parties and social events to attend.
CRAP!
NOTE to self: Do NOT under any circumstances think about Christmas. That is a hurdtle that you'll over come when it happens. That's what you have lovely friends for…
Anyways, so after AAAAAGGGGEEESSS of people talking, the younger students went to bed, leaving us to talk. Yay!
The marauders and the twins were nowhere to be found, – most likely planning another prank – and I was giving Sara and Rose some 'Them Time'. I glanced at Sam and Valentine in the corner, and walked over to them.
Over the past month, they have been really great friends, preferring to stay with themselves, rather than share the over-active lifestyle of the Marauders.
So I sat and talked with them for a while, before excusing my poor lonely existence and making my way up to the seventh year boys dorms.
I knocked and could ultimately hear this great shuffle of people and papers rustling.
"It's only me" I called out.
"Well you could have said so" Charlie said opening the door for me. "Whatcha want?"
He let me in.
Lovely brothers.
I saw Dan on his bead reading a book. I jumped on him.
"ERRRGH! Liller's!"
I sat on his stomach and he started to squirm. He screamed at me. Hee hee hee! It was funny.
"Bony butt! Bony butt! Bony butt!"
Ha ha! Being a stick insect – yes I really am that small – has it's advantages. Because the end result was his friends laughing at him, and him standing up, red in the face.
I think he might be a tad bit mad. But it's only pretending.
"You're coming with me. I feel like a binge."
"But Lillers, it's Wednesday night."
"Oh my God, Dan" – at this stage we were at the door, I saluted the other boys and left, laughing at the fact that Dan was coming despite his whingeing – "You're such a whinger. Besides, you're almost out of the common room anyways."
"Dammitt Lily, I hate it when you do that."
Goofy grin.
"Do what?"
Innocence. Always the way to go. It can never lead you wrong.
"Don't play innocent with me!"
DAMMITT
He's just delusional.
Wild Grin.
He should see Doc. Alex, like that crazy, deranged bat mother of mine.
Yes, you know the one.
All night, – well until we went back to bed - we played, talked and traded theories about who would compete in the Inter-School Quidditch League.
It was nice spending time just with Dan. Since I arrived, I've been caught up in so much… crap, like the stress of going to a new school, new subjects, catching up in said subjects and yes, quidditch. Dan and I hadn't really been able to spend much time together…
Wow, that was deep. Not often do I have those kinda moments.
Anyways, I'll just blame it on lack of sleep. I haven't been able to sleep very well since I've come back from the hospital. I am, however, able to say that mother is now home, She's figuring out ways to ruin my life, and preparinge Petunia's wedding. Sometimes even at the same time.
Women really can multi-task.
Well, it's late and I'm stuffed full from our little… binge.
Bed time!
YAY!
I think I might have insomnia…
Wait, I know I have insomnia!
Ha ha!
Good night!
Beside the Lake – Evening.
I have some horrible, shocking, bad, upsetting, disastrous news.
A storm hit and flooded Hogwarts.
Millions of dollars in art work and valuable items have been lost, not to mention the damage done to a priceless castle…
How…
MUCH AM I LYING!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!
Hogwarts wasn't flooded. I would be traumatised if it was. I LOVE this place. It's AWESOME!
Anyway, so a bad storm did hit, and after putting an anti-rain spell on this book, I am now sitting out in the cold. I'm also very wet.
FUN!
I love the rain.
And also the fact that it's Friday night.
I'm sleeping in tomorrow.
I'M EXCITED!
Stuff quidditch. If I do not get a sleep in, I am going to either:
a) Kill something
b) Kill myself
c) Die.
I prefer option A, as I am too young to die. I've only just discovered life… kind of...!
Yes, so the prefects have been in charge of organising the event. They've been split up into house's, which I suspect is so that they don't have to face any… minor, un-needed arguments that may occur – stupid Slytherins.
On a worse front, Malfoy is still being a little slimy freak.
He and that stupid professor of our's – and house teacher to Malfoy – are killing me.
HEE HEE HEE!
It sounds like everything is killing me, but I love it so much. How obscure.
Apparently, he has started watching me in class and at meal times. Stupid Malfoy. I, however, pretend that I do NOT, under any circumstances, notice. I am refusing to notice his actions. He can go off and play with some other dirty Slytherin.
Oooh! Someone's coming. How do I know?
By using my wonderful detective skills of course. Sherlock Holmes in Female.
The person sat down next to me.
"Whatcha doing out here?"
He has the soft velvety voice of one James Potter.
"Relaxing. You?"
"Sirius is with a girl, Rosie and Remus are… studying, – insert snigger here – and Sez is playing chess with Sam, and Valentine is studying as well."
Okay… that was a detailed report of where all my friends are. Rosie and Remus are together, are they? Well that's interesting.
That girl is drowning in the ocean of denial.
I laid down on the grass, Potter doing the same thing.
Bloody Hell!
I just thought of something.
I'm wearing black shorts and a white Singlet… that is now not white… well it is white, but now it's translucent instead of opaque.
MERLIN'S BEARD!
"That doesn't explain why you're out here" I said.
"Your right. Everyone else was busy, and I wanted to see you, to talk to you, ya know."
This is weird. I'm actually kinda worried.
"Talk to me?"
Scratch that. I'm just confused.
But, he does look F-I-N-E while dripping wet.
Hold on, I have to take a moment to stop and admire…
Yum!
"Yes."
He leaned on his elbow, head resting on his hand. Yes, very sexy.
He seemed to hesitate before opening his mouth to say something. He closed it again.
"You know you can say whatever you want to me, right?"
"All captains were called into a meeting with Professor Dumbledore this afternoon."
What?
What is he saying?
"James, what are you telling me?"
"Only two teams are competing in the Quidditch League."
What?
What the-?
That's strange. They must be having two teams from the other places that are coming too.
The lake looks so beautiful with the rain.
"Let's go swimming."
"Lily, you-"
"Tell me later, let's go swimming."
I stood and pulled off the pathetic piece of material revealing an already obvious pink bra.
"Come on."
I jumped into the lake.
And it was beautiful. Freezing, but truly beautiful.
It was the peace that I had been looking for. Everything had been so hectic since I'd arrived, that I was kind of starting to miss the quietness that Beauxbatons provided.
Key word: ALMOST!
Not quite, but almost.
Potter swam over to me, shirtless. Damn black water. I jumped on his shoulders and dunked him.
He kindly returned the favour. We played like this for ages. It was sooooo much fun!
He dunked me, and I tried to swim up to the top to get some air.
But I couldn't.
Some stupid water creature had grabbed onto my ankle.
It is universally known that when you look desperately look for something you cannot for the life of you find it, and then at a later date, when you're looking for something else, you find it.
This happened to me.
There have been times when I have wished for my wand, and then there was that time. I actually needed my wand instead of wanting it.
But, just like fate, I couldn't find it.
I seriously thought that I was going to die.
But strong finger's grabbed my wrist, and a stream of hot bubbles was sent towards that stupid cretin who so stupidly grabbed me and wanted to face the wrath of my friend.
Bye-bye creature. Nice knowing you.
Sarcasm
I was weak and couldn't swim. Thank god for James. He dragged me to land.
I have never appreciated the muddy goo more in my entire life.
Air! I heaved in glorious amounts of oxygen.
"Lily! Oh God Lils. Are you okay?"
James. He was kneeling down next to me.
"Thanks to you."
A grin spread across his face.
"I was so scared for you. I saw you go down when I was above. You never came up to me again."
"My guardian angel."
We laughed, and he let me catch my breath a little.
"We should head back now. We have quidditch tomorrow, don't forget."
Thank you Captain Potter, how could I ever forget?.
"What were you saying about only two teams being chosen?"
"Oh. Lily, do you think that you can do it? I don't want to enter you if you're not-"
"Not what?"
A little defensive I know… but, well what was he implying? He was confusing.
"The team really wants this and-"
"You don't think that I can do it, do you?"
"No, Lily, I was-"
"You were just checking to make sure that I know that if I fail, the rest of the team goes down too. You were just checking to make sure that if we don't get in, then it's my fault and that I burned.
"Well you know what, Potter? You should have more faith in your operatives. How else are they to have faith in you?"
Okay, so I don't know what exactly was going through my head at this point in time, and he had just saved my life, but… it was a feeling that I couldn't explain. For some reason I was upset beyond belief. He was implying that I couldn't do it, and it hurt.
Pain.
How I want to jump back in the lake, and remember that silence, the peace.
I ran. All the way to my dorm and into my bed.
To sleep.
Dorm Room – The Next Morning
Wow.
That was a depressing entry.
Entirely true, but depressing.
This morning I woke to rough shaking.
"Come on, Lily. You have to get up. We have quidditch. You have-"
PUNCH
Bullseye.
Howling…. And then peace.
Ahhhhh!
Silence is golden.
"That was harsh, Lily," Rosie said, a grin on her face.
"Funny though," Sez added and went back to laughing.
Rosie joined her.
I groaned.
"It's six o'clock in the morning, and I'm cold. Leave me alone."
"Definitely not a morning person." They laughed even more.
"Thanks guys."
"Come on Liller's, get your ass up."
Another groan on my behalf.
You'd think that they would get the message, but noooooooooooo, obviously not because the next second, I was picked up and placed under the shower, which I am reporting was FREEZING, like unnaturally cold. Stupid charms.
Forced into quidditch robes and literally pushed out of the window on a broom, I reluctantly flew to the quidditch stadium.
Staying out in the rain last night proved a stupid thing to do, as I reached the stadium and released a huge sneeze, successfully crashing into Cammeroll and bringing us both down.
NOTE: the grass on the quidditch pitch is really really soft. I know I've said it before, but I'll say it again. It's SOFT! An important thing to note. Oh yeah, and try not to run into the team.
Teddy is bellowing at me, in my face.
"Stop screaming," I said.
He stared at me.
"What?"
"You're speaking French" he said also in French.
"I don't care. Stop yelling."
Don't these people know how to be QUIET?
"I'm not yelling, Lily. I'm whispering."
"Oh."
Whispering? That's not whispering. Whispering is when your barely audible.
Hmph!
I sneezed again, and coughed a bit.
I might be a little bit ill.
"Off to the hospital wing with you."
greeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat. What a day. I get woken up, early, fly into a team member, get a slight cold and have to go to the hospital wing.
Could my day get any worse?
Hospital Wing – a short time later.
"Pneumonia."
"Pneumonia?" the team said in an outcry.
"That's right."
"Madame Pomfrey, have you ever heard of central heating? It's cold in here."
Of course, it came out in French. The English part of my brain is not functioning at the moment.
"Oh dear."
She gave me some response and told me to go to sleep.
I'm taking a sleeping potion now. I feel so detached from everything. You may note this.
Ciao.
A/n: i hope that you enjoyed this. please review! even if it is one word.
okay, answer's!
Question 1: Answer: Yet
Question 2: Answer: a stapler
CIAO!
