2nd November

Had my last detention today. I think that McGonagall planned to torture me for a bit because she paired me and Potter up to clean all the skanky cauldrons in Dungeon 2. Without magic. Me and Potter.

Alone.

I know.

But...it wasn't too bad, I'll admit. Well, in here. To everyone else I'll moan like crazy about it because that's what I do. But Potter was quite funny. We were slagging of the Slytherins and just other trivial stuff.

I was cleaning this one cauldron and not paying the slightest bit of attention and I spliced my hand on this rusty iron nail thing, right across my palm, and I tell you what, it bloody hurt. My eyes filled up with tears- and it was really deep!! All this blood like gushed out of my hand.

I was like "Eww!" and I held it out. Potter looked at it and went really white and blithery.

"Oh, for god's sake." I snorted. "Take off your tie and pass it here."

"What are you going to do?" he asked as he took it off and held it out. I started wrapping it round my hand.

"I'm going to stop the ble-OW!" God it stung.

"Here let me." He said and took my hand and his tie and wrapped it around and tied it. I stood there and tried not to gaze. His chest is at my eye level and we were REALLY close. I'm not sure that I actually needed to practically be pressed against him to be honest, but there we go.

He kind of slowed down as he tied it and I looked up and he looked down at the same time and then I was looking right into his eyes.

They're actually quite nice eyes. They're hazel, but he's got these sort of smokey eyelashes-

I digress.

I swallowed nervously, because, jeez, his gaze was intense.

"Lily," said Potter "Do you like me at all?"

Oh god. Noooo. I don't want this conversation.

"I....like....your hair." I said hopefully.

"Even though I used to muss it up to look like I'd just been playing Quidditch?" he asked. "I thought that made you sick."

I blushed bright red and mumbled something- I don't know even know what. Crap, anyway.

"Sorry." He said "There was no need to bring that up."

I shook my head although really I wanted to say, yes actually that was a bit of a stupid thing to bring up.

"Come on." said Potter "Lets skip the rest of detention."

"McGonagall will blow her top." I warned him, although really I couldn't care less what she thinks. I was much more worried about what else he might say- or do. Or try to do. Or try to say. If you know what I mean.

I don't. Anyway.

He shrugged. "You're injured." He said easily. "I'm taking you to the hospital wing, that nail was rusty."

We went up to the hospital wing and my cut cleaned and healed- that thing could have given me tetanus, thanks a bunch Slughorn- and then we went back to the common room, where Black and Rivalee were in a corner talking. They skived off even earlier than we did, and we had a valid excuse. Lupin and Mary were in not very long after but Evanna didn't get in until like midnight. She just stomped upstairs not saying a word. Mary and Riva went up after her. I was about to follow her but Potter grabbed me and invited us to a fireworks party on the 5th.

6th November

What the hell is up with me? I'm actually ENJOYING spending time with the Marauders. Next thing you know I'll be playing pranks on unsuspecting first years, eating like a pig, using the Sirius/serious joke more than necessary and be using a stupid nickname like...like....something stupid anyway.

We went to their little fireworks thing last night. We had to sneak out and then down past Hagrid's hut and into the bloody forbidden forest and into this little clearing.

It was so cold. Eva moved from next to me cos Pervy Pettigrew was next to her and he kept "accidently" touching her leg. She moved next to Black. She was shivering loads and Black put his arm around her. I think that Mary was hoping that Lupin would do the same but he didn't seem to pick up on her hints.

Pervboy didn't try anything with me because a) I would have kicked him in the balls and b)Potter seems to have some kind of weird claim on me, which is odd because I think I've made it pretty obvious that I'm not interested. We're just friends. In fact, we're barely even that.

The fireworks were good though and Rivalee had brought a bag of sweets and butterbeer. And a few bottles of firewiskey, which I can only assume Nick, her badass, but gorgeous, brother sent to her.

So anyway we were all a bit giggly and tipsy by the time we were heading back. I was holding hands with Potter and Lupin, I rest my case. The Marauders know like every single secret passage in the whole damn castle, which was useful because you know, underage drinking, in the Forbidden Forest, after curfew tends to get you in a LOT of trouble. Teachers and headboy and girl were on patrol, so we had to keep hiding in the stupidest of places. (Very funny)

At one point we were all squashed up behind this portrait- yes, all eight of us. I was squeezed in right near the front with Potter sort of leaning over behind me (get your mind out of the gutter). We could hear voices and tried to keep very still and very quiet, but then Eva suddenly gave this little yelp and moved suddenly and bouf, just like Jenga the whole thing gave way.

We all landed in a sprawling pile (me at the bottom of course) at the feet of Frank Longbottom, our wonderful headboy and DUMBLEDORE. (!!!!) Potter was right on top of me which was embarrassing as well as painful, and I had Mary's boot in my side.

Longbottom gave us detention, but Dumbledore- and this might sound weird, seeing as he's meant to be the headmaster and all, though he doesn't seem to do much except amble around (apart from fighting you-know-who I mean, but that's hardly school related is it?)- seemed pretty amused. He had this little look in his eye that made it kind of seem like he thought the whole thing was funny. Maybe it was me. (When I said this to Riva she wanted to know why on earth I was staring into Dumbledore's eyes. I just thought it would be good idea to note down the lack of discipline from our headmaster, in case I turn out to be a delinquent or druggie or something, so that this diary can be used so see what went wrong in my life so that an intelligent, pretty (fnar) young girl from a middle class background, who had so much to live for, turned to drugs for. I BLAME DUMBLEDORE!)

Where was I, before I turned into a crackhead? Oh yeah. It turned out that Pettigrew had touched Eva's boob and she freaked out. I don't blame her. Detention is preferable to being groped by him. Hey, death is preferable.

7th November

Overheard the Marauder's talking today, about the other night.

"I can't believe you got us caught Wormtail." said Potter, sounding pretty disgruntled (Can I just quickly point out what a STUPID nickname that is? Thank you). Pettigrew mumbled something and Black laughed.

"Wormy, grabbing a girl's tits in the dark is not the way to her heart, unless she's a Ravenclaw." he snorted (WORMY?! What the hell?! Like Wormtail isn't a bad enough name! God, I feel sorry for him, having to put up with that name- ew, actually, no I don't, he deserves it.) "I'm surprised that she didn't punch your lights out."

"I don't see why we couldn't have just taken your cloak." grumbled Pettigrew.

"Get real." scoffed Lupin "Like all eight of us could've fit under that."

Potter laughed. "He's just pissed off because Coles rejected him."

Then the bell went and I had to leg it so that I wouldn't get caught. Cloak? What cloak? How is a cloak going to help? Unless it's an invisibility cloak, and please, I know Potter has loads of money, but he's not that rich.

10th November

In library, tying to avoid Potter by pretending to write an ancient runes essay. I keep bumping into him and I don't want to talk to him.

Hmm. Well, it's more like I'm afraid to talk to him. See, last night I had another one of my stupid dreams, and in this one (I'm going red just thinking about it) I was...kissing him. And I'm scared that I'm going to blurt it out to him by accident because I tend to do that. Tell people things I shouldn't. That's why I'm so bad a keeping secrets.

I haven't told anyone about it. God, imagine the overreaction. I'd never live it down. Look how they were about the other one.

And as for Potter...ew, no. Ok, so he's hot. But he knows it. And he's funny and clever (but he KNOWS it!) and I still haven't quite got past the urge to poke his head with a chopstick to deflate it. Chopsticks are blunt. Never mind. The meaning's there.

12th November

Gah!! Potter came over to me today to see if he'd offended me. I, of course, went bright red. Stupid cheeks. Stupid Celtic colouring. See THIS is why you don't want to be a ginger. Who gives a crap about the carrot top insults? (which I never got, because aren't carrots green on the top? In primary school someone once called me a period head. It is, without a doubt, the weirdest insult I have ever been give. Period head?! Of course, I was mature enough to ignore it. After calling them a poo head because they had brown hair.) The bad thing about being ginger is the fact that you have no control over your skin. First it insists on covering your skin with like spattergroit spots, then it turns red at the drop of a hat.

I attempted to talk in actual english, not the ridiculous babble more commonly found in thirteen year old girls when confronted with the very very hot, with a sexy scottish accent (the perfect amount- a nice twinge, but not so thick that you can't understand a word he says) quidditch captain, Jonah Wood.

Why the hell do I rant so much? It completely detracts from the story. And makes me sound like an old person. Long story short, I said he hadn't offended me and he smirked when I blushed, so woohoo and yay, everyone probably thinks that I fancy Potter.

Joyous joy.

15th November

Mary's bugging me. She wanted me, Eva and Rivalee to find out if Lupin liked her, but we've been a bit slack in trying to find out (i.e. didn't bother) and now she's thinking of just asking him out. Nooo!! She can't just do that!

16th November

In transfig. today me and Rivalee decided to try and work out who Lupin liked. We started a quiet, private conversation about guys, and waited for Potter and Black to butt in. They did.

So we were just playing along talking about hot guys (and girls, which wasn't very interesting, but apparently all three of them find Miranda Jessom from Hufflepuff fit and she's not really pretty, but they agreed that it was personality they found sexy. Personality. There's hope for us all- except I just remembered, she's actually really really confident and flirty, so that's probably why. She doesn't have a normal personality.)

Anyhoo. Riva asked Lupin who he liked- Miranda? Mary? She's good at reading people. I'm not. I'm a naive sucker when it comes to people. I didn't see him react, but she might have. So then she moved onto Black, who very reluctantly and with a grimace said Sharon Cauldwell because he's going out with her, and her best friend Teena was only a few desks away.

And then Rivalee asked Potter who he liked, and he looked STRAIGHT AT ME and said, perfectly seriously, "Lily".

I went beetroot, and Rivalee just kind of looked round at me like whaaattt?! Plus, he didn't even call me Evans. He called me Lily. LILY. Like it's my name or something. Like when I cut my hand in detention. Why? Why does he do that? That's twice in one month now, I mean it's not like we're married or anything!

"Er...ok..." Rivalee looked kind of flustered and I could swear I saw Black wink at Lupin. I just sat there, dying of mortification.

Thank GOD the bell went then. Me and Riva literally scooped our stuff in our bags and ran for it.

21st November

Mary 17th birthday

Mary's birthday today. The Marauders sang to her, like they did to Evanna. They seem to be making it into some kind of tradition. I told Lupin on patrol tonight that if they dared to do that on my birthday I would kill them. He promised to not sing, but he did say that he probably wouldn't be able to stop 'Prongs' and 'Padfoot'.

Prongs? What does that MEAN?! I bet Potter came up with it. I wonder what Freud would say.

28th November

What a rubbish day.

I woke up with aching legs and realised that I was feeling the effects of running up and down the stairs approximately one million times last night, as forced to by Mary in a misguided attempt to get fit. I told her that it'd be killing us in the morning, but NOOO apparently we're unhealthy and need to do exercise so that we don't get obese and die of a heart attack. I was then proved right this morning when I tried to get up and discovered that I was, in fact, crippled.

Anyway, it chucking it down and I'd left my umbrella in Herbology yesterday, so I had to wear my hood in order to stop it from getting wet and going all flicky as I hobbled down to Herbology. I look like an elf in my hood, what with being vertically challenged and all, so when Evanna offered me half of her umbrella I gratefully accepted and put down my hood. Unfortunately the brolly only covered half of my head, so the right side of my head was wet.

Then when we got to the greenhouse, it turned out that Sprout was off (my only lesson today, might I add, so I got up for NO reason). The muggle studies teacher, Robbins, said that Sprout had the roofers in, so either she has someone repairing the roof of one of the greenhouses and she has to stand over them, or it was some kind of euphemism for her being on period, which, if it is, is simply disgusting (I do not want to know about my teacher's menstrual cycle, thank you very much) and doesn't make sense anyway. So I got my umbrella and we traipsed back up.

Evanna's umbrella is so cool. It has this button and when you press it, up pops the brolly! And Carmelita's has eyes. Why is mine so boring? The only special talent that mine has is to blow completely inside out, wind or no wind.

And patrol sucked because this castle is FREEZING. Why can't they get central heating? Ok, I get that it would ruin the effect of magical overkill that Hogwarts has and isn't very historically accurate but come on. 82% of people who freeze to death every year die because they're on a mountain, or because they're in Antarctica or something. 2% freeze to death in other ways, and the rest of us perish in the halls of Hogwarts.

Good old November.

30th November

Black and Potter blew a toilet up today.

They are SO mature. And Black has an unhealthy obsession with blowing things up. It's not normal if you ask me.

I was in the second floor toilets, which I hate because they smell like public ones, and the just came sauntering out of this cubicle. Cocky gits. And Amy Bell was like "Ooh, what have you two been up to?"

And Molly Prewitt was like "Who cares? GET OUT!"

And Potter smirked and said "With pleasure." As they walked out Black was like "alright ladies?" Then when they got to the door, they ran.

And then the tiolet exploded.

I honestly thought that Molly was going to blow up as well. She got saturated with water and whatever else is in there. Ew, I don't want to think about that. But yeah… I think she's going to skin them alive. I would not want to get on the wrong side of her...

A/N Thanks to those who reviewed and reminded me that I still had this story! Please review and et me know what you thought, feedback adored, praise loved even more... XD