F.J.S.B.
Wednesday, October 3rd
Head Boys Bathroom
Confestim Perscribo
"You are seriously going to shave your legs?" I asked. "Because Evans might have possibly hinted at it?"
And then Remus shocked all of us.
"I agree with Sirius, James." Remus said. "Lily would never ask you to shave your legs. That's…kind of weird."
"Kinky." Peter agreed.
James started to apply the shaving cream to his right leg, ignoring all of us.
"This is ridiculous!" I said. "Evans isn't into weird stuff like this. I know you think Evans will get all hot and bothered when she sees your smooth legs, but, well, that's sort of creepy. And yeah, Lily's a little weird. But I don't think she's…kinky…" I glanced at Peter, who put his thumbs up at the word I chose.
"And I don't think she would do this to embarrass you." Remus added.
"Maybe you should ask her if that's what she wanted you to do." I said, getting an idea. "Before you do it, and maybe do it wrong?"
It's ridiculous, really, how far he was willing to go for a girl who didn't even like him. It was a little embarrassing, as well. He trusted that one day he would win Lily over, so he was doing everything in his power to please her. It was really cool that he could put so much trust into something, some girl. He was the only one I knew who could have that much faith.
"It would be embarrassing if I interpreted her wrong." James admitted. He grinned. "She'd probably think I was caring, or a good listener or something, if I asked her. Good boyfriend behavior."
Remus raised his eyebrows. "Uh, yeah. Good boyfriend behavior. That's what she'll think."
"Great idea, Pads." He said, slapping my back.
I just wish that he could have washed the shaving cream off his hand before he did that.
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Diary of Lily Evans
Wednesday, October 3rd
Head Girls Room
The Reynolds sisters looked eerily like identical twins, even though Denise is a 7th year, and Danica is a 5th year. Both girls have light blonde hair and green eyes. They're both freakishly tall, as well. But they don't see the resemblance, and they usually get into fights over the stupidest things. I'm sure if they had both been sorted into Gryffindor, they would have cause quite a commotion in the common room. But thankfully, Danica was sorted into Ravenclaw. The only fights they get into now are on the Quidditch field.
"Is she writing about us?" Danica asked suspiciously.
Through gritted teeth, Denise said, "Probably."
"Oh," Danica said. "That's kind of cool. I'm like, marked down in a history book."
Did I mention that Danica is my favorite of the two? I mean, really. Why can't Denise have that attitude?
"It's not a history book. If anyone is going to read it, it's going to be used as a psychology book."
SHE'S SO FREAKING RUDE.
Danica laughed. "Did you hear about what happened at breakfast this morning?" She asked Denise, as if I wasn't even here. "I was sitting all the way across the room at the Ravenclaw table, and I head her scream 'The oranges are disappearing!' It was so hilarious."
Um, unsurprisingly, I don't agree. It was so not funny. I got five points taken off of Gryffindor because I had screamed 'frick' in the great hall. And still, no one believed me. Even Professor McGonagall asked if I had been writing regularly in my journal, and if it was helping me at all. It was so embarrassing.
Then someone knocked on my door. It wasn't really a shock that I knew it was Potter. I mean Denise and Danica are the only friends of mine who are let into the head common room, which branches into the two separate head dorm rooms.
"Go away!" I called out to him.
"I really need to talk to you, Lily!" He called back.
I groaned. "Give me back my socks first!"
"I…w-what? What socks?"
Um, yeah. Innocent totally doesn't work for him. I mean, I'm not stupid. Third year Potter and Sirius stole the girls bras, and charmed them to follow the Slytherin's quidditch team. Stealing my socks was sort of related, I think. I wanted them back.
"The socks that you stole for some stupid joke. Give it up, Potter. You can't fool me."
Danica laughed. "He stole your socks as a joke? That's so lame. Socks aren't funny."
Denise let out an exasperated sigh. "Exactly!"
"Yeah, Lily, I, uh, did not steal your socks." Potter said through the door. "…Was that what you were saying in transfiguration the other day?"
What the hell was he talking about? What else could I have been talking about? How stupid did he think I was? "What else would I have been saying?" I asked, completely unable to keep the question in my head.
"Erm…I thought you were talking about me --"
"--stealing your socks." I heard Remus finish. Then nothing. After a few more minutes of silence, I opened the door, and saw that they had disappeared.
It's a wonder, really, why they were so popular. They acted weirder than I did. And I usually had some sort of reason for it.
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Thursday, October 4th
Great Hall - Breakfast
I went down for breakfast early today. I figured if anymore fruit disappeared on me, I wouldn't want an audience for how reacted.
I sat directly in front of a gold bowl, and stared it down. This fruit wasn't going anywhere on me. Lily eats the fruit, and there is nothing the fruit can do about it.
Yeah, I so went there. Beat that, you stupid bowl of grapes.
Lily is amazing. Lily rocks, some say. Lily is better than a bowl of fruit--
Lily needs to stop talking in the third person. Like, pronto.
I snatched my hand out quickly, trying to catch a grape by surprise. The grape disappeared with a faint popping sound. Annoyed, I put my hands behind my back…and shoved my face in the bowl, mouth open. A loud crack sounded as the entire bowl disappeared, and my face smacked into wooden table.
Um, ow.
"Miss Lily!" A squeaky voice said. "Bowie sir is trying to help you, miss! Why wonts you let him?"
I turned around quickly. Sure enough, a little elf was standing behind me. "Um, what?" I asked brilliantly.
The little elf teetered on the balls of his (her? It was sort of hard to tell…), and said, "Sir Bowie…told us elves of your…um, problem, miss, if that's what you call it." The elf wrung around his hands. "We elves have had firm instructions to keep all fruits and such away from you…lest you, well, sniff them…"
My jaw dropped. "Are you serious?"
"Bowie cares very much, Miss. You, being the head girl, are supposed to be a example." She/He actually seemed to look down at me. "Not be sniffing and such…"
"I wasn't going to sniff them!" I shrieked. "I was going to eat them!"
She/He nodded. "Bowie did say you were havin' a little difficulty accepting your…problem--"
"I WASN'T GOING TO SNIFF THEM."
The little elf looked offended, and snapped his/ her fingers, disappearing with a crack.
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A/N: A Short chapter, yeah, but whatever. This is like the third update today. That's sort of like one super large update, or two average ones. Reviews are amazing guys…so why don't you be amazing? Hmm?