1st January – New Years!

2.05pm Oh Lord. So much to do. But First. Resolutions!

Lily Evan's List of New Year's Resolutions that she is Absolutely Going to Stick to this Year. No Seriously. It is Going to Happen.

1. I will never go to a Gryffindor party ever again. In fact, I will look into becoming a Hufflepuff.

2. I will become graceful in speech as well as in action.

3. I will quit thinking about Potter.

4. He will legitimately never cross my mind again. Or be included in my journal. Except today because I have to tell you about last night. But otherwise, he will not be mentioned. Ever.

5. I will be responsible, even during holidays.

6. I will study for NEWTS early, send in my healer applications early, and generally be early for things.

7. Similar to 3 & 4. I will stop writing about irrelevant things in my journal. (Except today). So my journal should read more like, "Today, I became Minister of Magic. Also, model/musician/intellectual finally proposed! And to think I was so nervous (even though I did not waste my time whining about it in my journal)! I guess my life is going to proceed in a very happy ever after kind of way."

8. I will be the best Head Girl ever. I am fully aware that this was my goal right before I started 7th year. BUT. There is still time. Right?

9. Urgh. My head still hurts.

3.12pm Am in Alice's kitchen, devouring the scones her father made. They are super delicious, so I have already had six.

Nearly everyone has left, so it's lovely and quiet.

3.56pm So. Last night.

I had a couple more drinks, which was not the best of ideas. And around eleven, Potter sort of sidled up to me. He was obviously not totally sober. I will transcribe our conversation to the best of my ability.

Me: Potter.

Potter: Yes, that is me.

Me: I. 'That is I'. Or is it 'me' after all?

Potter: Oh yes, absolutely. (And then there was a bit of silence while Potter studied me.) Lily. You are dressed like a duck.

Me: Fashion statement. Muggles.

Potter: I like ducks.

Me: No. You shouldn't like ducks. Then you would like duck jokes on your thank you cards and that would be a disaster.

Potter: I think you look cute. As a duck, I mean.

Me: Oh.

Potter: Yes.

Me: Yes.

Potter: Yes.

And just when I was going to say something really witty (like 'Maybe') he leaned in and kissed me. Only he missed the middle of my mouth because my duck-bill visor got in the way, so it was a very awkward kind of kiss on the side. So he tried it again, and did much better the second time. And I may have responded a bit. But it was because I was drunk. And even as I was doing it, I was cursing Potter for being so absolutely disgraceful. And slimy. And just generally gross.

Plus it wasn't even midnight. Honestly. If it had been midnight and I had bumped into Potter just as the numbers were counting down and if he had kissed me then, then I would have been miffed. But eventually I would have been able to pass it off as wanting to kiss someone on the New Year, or just generally being drunk or something. Good luck for the year and all that rot. But no, James Potter decide to slap two wet ones on me at 11:32pm on New Year's Eve. 11:32 is practically the least rationalizable time on the clock.

Also, to top it all off, he sort of stumbled backwards afterwards and said, "Ooh. Um. I hope Narwhal is okay. I can't remember if she's dead? Yes." And then he wandered off.

I spent the last twenty-eight minutes of the year trying to find Alice. Except everything was very confusing because it was dark, and a whole bunch of extra people I didn't know had come and joined us in the park. Hopefully they weren't Muggles, because someone sent up a pair of giant, floating, shining numbers to count off the last thirty seconds. Which really ought to have helped in my search for Alice, except they were a bit blinding after all that dark, so I just stumbled around for a while. I was sort of hoping that one of the random people who had shown up in the park would be a model/musician/intellectual, and that I would bump into him right at the end of the countdown. Instead, I almost ran into Potter on accident, but he didn't notice. He and Eliza Bingleworth were busy sticking their tongues so far down each others' throats that I am surprised it did not trigger their gag reflexes. (Potter's anyways.) They deserve each other.

Sean Davidson swooped down and gave me a peck on the cheek at 'zero', which was quite nice of him. I think I sat down on the grass with Sean afterwards and said something like, "Quack." (I said that a lot last night, because it seemed like a very hilarious joke at the time.) And then I sort of keeled over and fell asleep on his shoulder.

4.03pm Actually, maybe that wasn't Sean Davidson I fell asleep on. Maybe Heather?

4.05pm Did Sean even kiss me, or was it Arnold?

4.06pm Is it weird to write Sean a letter asking him to clarify?

4.08pm Also. Is it spelled Sean or Shawn? Or Shaun? I have never bothered to ask him. Will write Heather and ask.

5.16pm Letter from Potter.

Evans,

Sorry I kissed you. Obviously I was pretty drunk. Hopefully we can just forget it happened?

James Potter

So. I guess that's that. Normally, I would object to the use of the word 'obviously' (I mean… what is he trying to say? That there is no way he would kiss me under normal circumstances? That I am so repulsive that he considers kissing me to be below him? Or perhaps it was a round-a-bout comment about my duck costume.) I will stick to my New Year's Resolution, however, and not mention it. Or him.

6.47pm Letter from Heather

Lily-love,

Martin Cooper gave you a New Year's kiss on the cheek, remember? You said, "Thank you. Your hair smells like pickles," before you barreled into Davidson. Maybe that's why you got mixed up?

You did fall asleep on my shoulder, yes. Though you should know that Potter helped me carry you into Alice's house after. Sorry. There was barely anyone left outside, so I had to go ask him to help.

Hope your brand new year has been lovely so far!

Heather

P.S. Davidson's name is 'Simon', not 'Sean'.

Note to self: Remind Simon Davidson to enunciate. He is obviously making it very difficult for people to hear his name properly.