7.56, En Route to Defense Against the Dark Arts (Almost There)
I sat in Black's lap. I am Master/Mistress (whichever way you care to toss it) of the Truth or Dare game. I went above and beyond my dare. Ha. The gang went bonkers. Anne's eyes seemed to pop right out of her head, Lily dropped her eating utensil, and Bridget gaped. Oh yes. Elizabeth Reynolds sat in Sirius Black's lap.
7.58, Defense Against the Dark Arts
And I think I may have been distressing him because I kept squirming around. Not that it's my fault. James kept launching cereal at me and then I'd duck, because, for once, I'm having a fabulous hair day, and I didn't want to have to fuss with my hair again. So, Black got hit in the face. It was quite amusing, actually. Because then the cereal would have a weak ricochet and land on my back and roll down. So, when I finally climbed off of his lap, he had a lap-full of cereal.
8.21
Black keeps winking at me from the next table over. He must think we have some sort of "thing" now. I must address the situation in Charms later.
10.48, Charms, Sitting Next to Black
Oi, Black!
Yes?
Will you stop winking at me already?
No, I don't think I will.
Why ever not?
Don't know. Does it bother you, Elizabeth?
Since when have you called me Elizabeth?
Since I decided that you can be cute sometimes.
When did this happen?! Over-night?! In your hormone-driven dreams?!
Could be. I think you may find yourself holding a Marauder position soon.
Why?
Did you see Peter's face when you asked if he always looked like he was going to "personally wet himself"?
Yes...
It was classic! Imagine the things you could do to verbally humiliate Snivillus!
Ah, true. I feel an evil smirk coming on.
... That was your evil smirk?
... Yes...
It wasn't very evil. It just looked like you were smiling, except you weren't showing your teeth like you usually do.
Right. Well, adding "work on evil smirk" to my To Do list now.
We could probably get the Slytherins to teach you how it's done.
Oh yes. I could ask your brother to teach me. He seems to have it perfected, last I noticed.
... No.
I was only joking.
Are you going to sit with us from now on then?
... I only did it for a dare, Mr. Black.
So? And don't call me "Mr. Black."
Well, then... Why should I sit with you lot instead of the gang, Mr. King of Prats?
I don't like that name either. But I'm sure we Marauders are less gossip-y about things.
I'll think about it. The most I could probably tolerate your ego is one meal a day. Otherwise I'd probably feel the need to throttle you.
That wasn't very kind of you, Lizzie. What meal, then?
Breakfast.
Why not lunch or dinner?
Because, at lunch the fan club swarms and at dinner I have to catch up with the gang.
Right. Breakfast it is. There will always be a seat reserved for you.
Don't make me sit by Peter Blah-Blah ever again.
... Do you not know his last name?
As a matter of fact, I do not.
Pettigrew, you twit.
Fine!
8.01, In the Library, At a Table
So, I'm supposedly working on the History of Magic essay that was assigned yesterday whilst I was sleeping. I've actually done some of the essay, and, at this very moment, Remus is looking up information about the magical art of Hogwarts. (Yes, I now know what the essay is supposed to be about.)
8.03
Oh Merlin. He's brought back a huge stack of books. "Do you actually expect me to read through all that?" I asked him. Apparently, I don't have to, because he claims to have perfected some spell that will automatically turn to the pages that would be most useful for us. Load of bullocks, I say, but, you know, that's merely one witch's opinion.
8.53, Sitting at a Table in the Library, Watching Remus Putting Books Away
Finally finished the essay! After much slaving over books, we finally found enough material to fill up the scroll. And I actually had to read! Can you believe it? I couldn't either. But Remus made me read since the spell didn't work. And I did it. My mum would be so proud. I actually feel like owling her about it. But I probably shouldn't because I really didn't read of my own volition. Remus sort of had to bribe me with chocolate to actually start reading. I suggested that we just write in a large script, but somehow he knew that one of my weaknesses is chocolate and, as it turns out, he always has some chocolate with him. So, here I am, contently nibbling away at the piece of chocolate Remus gave me while he returns the books to their cozy homes.
8.56, En Route to Gryffindor Common Room
Remus is being quiet, as per usual. Actually, one could say nothing was out of the ordinary at the moment except that Remus feels the need to HOLD ONTO MY ARM. I don't know why. He didn't do that last time we wandered around together. (When we went to the kitchens, you know. Don't go thinking naughty thoughts!) I will ask him why he is doing so.
8.58
So, the reason for holding onto my arm is so I don't end up going in a different direction like last time. I have to admit, this kind of bodily contact with Remus is a bit awkward...
8.59
Which is strange. Because, earlier, when I sat in Black's lap, I didn't feel awkward... Me sitting there should be quite a bit stranger than Remus innocently guiding me to the Common Room, shouldn't it? I mean, Sirius Black is Resident Sex God at Hogwarts. And I am Resident Spaz Goddess. Oh, goodness. Did I mention all the questioning I got at lunch? Oh yes. That was quite special. All the ladies were panicked that I was interested in Black now since I sat on his lap. I told them I was just going above and beyond the Dare, thus, I deserve an Outstanding in the Truth or Dare game. I also get to harass Bridget first in tonight's round.
9.07, In Sixth Year Girls' Dormitories
Made it to the Common Room without getting lost or any other mishaps. Currently on my bed, waiting for Lily to come out so we can begin the game. I shall recount the results in History of Magic tomorrow when I'll be too busy not really paying attention to actually pay attention. (This time, I will not fall asleep!)
4th of September, 9.32, History of Magic, Sitting Next to Black (Yet Again)
Ah, I still remain the Queen of Truth or Dare. The dare I had to complete today was sit in Black's lap again and spoon-feed him his breakfast. He wasn't so adverse to the dare once I explained it to him. He's still winking at me, though. And he kept calling me disgustingly cute names which made me want to spew. But it was quite fun missing his mouth, thus causing the porridge to dribble down the side of his face onto his shirt front. He was quite good-natured about the whole thing, and I must applaud him for it. The awkwardness that was there between Remus and I last night is now between Sirius and I. Even though he won't stop winking! I suppose it's just awkward for me then...
9.35
At least Remus didn't/doesn't wink at me all the time.
9.36
Maybe it's just a nervous twitch of his?
9.37
No, never mind. It's intentional. He can be such a prick sometimes.
9.39
STOP IT!
Stop what?
Winking at me! It's going to drive me insane!
Oh, sorry love.
That is the most you can say? "Oh, sorry love"?!
... What more am I supposed to say?
Well, I don't know! Something more elaborate would be nice. Oh, but I forgot, you're Sirius Orion Black. You know, now that I look at that, I have to ask: Does your mum have some odd obsession with Astronomy?
I hope you've notice that I'm glaring at you.
I have noticed. And glaring certainly doesn't convince me that you are attractive. In fact, you look quite unattractive whilst glaring.
Keep telling yourself that, dear.
Winkity-wink-wink.
9.46
Certainly far too much winking for one morning. I think he's mad that I winked at him by way of paper and ink. Quite clever of me, I think. Sirius doesn't seem to agree, because he keeps sending me glares, although it looks like he's trying very hard not to laugh. I suppose my face is entertaining. Alas, I can't help if the boy has a deranged sense of humour.
10.23, Advanced Potions, Beside Remus, Supposedly Taking Notes
I just thought of the funny show that Lily and I had watched at her house over hols. You know, on the tevelision, or whatever it's called...? Right.
10.39
Fetchez la vache!! Ahahahahahaha. I cannot stop laughing. Slughorn has asked me to share with the class.
10.41
I just yelled "Fetchez la vache" so Slughorn, who was situated at the front of the classroom, could hear me. The whole room erupted into fits of laughter. Even Slughorn smiled (or maybe his mustache has a life of its own), and he told me to just pay attention. Yes! No detention for me. Black and Potter have given me the thumbs-up.
10.43
Lily has turned around in her seat and is now glaring at me, her face almost as red as her hair. She knows where the line is from. Remus is struggling to hold in laughter, because I just wrote "Fetchez la vache" over all the notes he'd carefully taken. You see, if I had done that to Lils, she would have me thrice murdered and brought back to life then she would've hexed me into the next century and back. At least some people enjoy my entertainment.
10.46
Just sketched a picture of me catapulting a cow at Slughorn (in all his glorious slugginess), Peter (protectively guarding his shrine), and Professor Binns (trying to eat a cake). Haha.
Remus, look at my drawing! Isn't it great?
Oh yes. But it's missing something...
What?
Fetchez la vache!
Ahahahaha! Remus, I love you sometimes!
10.48
There he goes blushing again. Poor boy.
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Well, third installment. I hope you enjoyed it. Of course, you surely recognise all the wonderful things that J.K. Rowling has created and those happen to be all hers. Everything else is mine... Except the bit of "Fetchez la vache," that's totally Monty Python. Review, please and thank you!
