24th of October, 6.17 in the Evening, Feeling Quite Stealthy and Such

Haha! On this glorious Friday, I have finally recaptured you, oh wonderful journal o' mine! Now, I swear I did not give you up willingly. Actually, I had no idea you were missing until a couple hours after you were captured as a Prisoner of War. You must let me explain! Lily and Bridget deemed it necessary to hold you hostage. It's been more than three weeks! You have no idea what the extent of my withdrawal symptoms were! I resorted to writing all my thoughts on my arms. I went abso-bloody-lutely barmy! Curse you, Lily and Bridget!

6.25

Well, that was a bit over-dramatic, even for my standards.

6.26

Right-o! Back to my point: I had to agree that I would not write in you every moment of the day. (Ha, yeah right.) But they agreed that I could retrieve you, Dearest Journal, if I promised to have normal conversations. So, I will try my best.

6.28

Oh, did you know that Wednesday is Halloween? There's going to be a "special" Hogsmeade trip so we can try out this new Yankee Wizarding Tradition of "Trick-Er-Treating," as they say. Seriously, sounds like a load of bullocks to me.

6.29

Wasn't it enough that I had to dress up in little Kraken costumes and dinosaur costumes when my parents had their annual Halloween get-togethers?

6.31

Apparently not.

6.34

Bloody Americans. Leave it to them to find time to mass-produce and commercialise everything!

6.38

Argh! I haven't even got a costume yet! You can't beg for candy and scare ickle little firsties without a costume!

6.39

Desperate times call for desperate measures...

6.47, En Route to the Kitchens, Stuck on Presently Moving Staircase

I hunger! Surely I'll be able to brainstorm costume ideas on a full stomach!

6.49, Approaching the Landing

And yes, I do realise that I already had dinner.

6.52

You don't understand my complex eating rituals!

7.03, In the Kitchens

... Hark! There are no house elves... I bet they're at the pub...

7.04

What's this? ... A coconut?

7.05

Do you know what they do with coconuts in Ponty Mython? ... Er, Monty Python, I mean.

7.06

They make them into Clip-Clop Noisemakers, of course!

7.08

Alright, I have secured the area. No house elves...

7.09

It's Clip-Clop Noisemaker time!

7.14

You put the lime in the coconut and drink it all up, put the lime in the coconut and drink it all up... Doctor!!! Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah! I said Doctor!!!

7.16

I really don't know how that song goes. Anyway, the coconut is currently draining.

7.17

I wonder how a coconut found its way to the Hogwarts Kitchens... I suppose an African swallow could've brought it...

7.18

Which is exactly why we should switch from owls to swallows for our mail delivery system!

7.26

The Clip-Clop Noisemakers have been cracked opened, drained, and are now completely ready to do their job!

7.35, After My Grand Entrance, Occupying an Over-Stuffed Armchair

That was amazing! Merlin's balls, seriously! I can't believe you were unable to see it! If only you had eyes, journal...

7.37

So, I shall retell my Moment of Supreme Greatness: on the way back to the Common Room I happened upon a lovely little Gryffindor first year. And, you know, I just love them oh-so much. Anyway, I may have bribed/threatened him to make the clip-clop noises with the coconuts all the way back to the Common Room whilst I was behind him, looking quite noble and poised atop my invisible, almost-as-noble-as-myself steed. Of course, upon entering the Common Room, I tossed my hair in a very Prince Charming-like fashion. But the whole moment was ruined when Black looked at me and asked, "What the bloody-?" So now, I sit comfortably in my red armchair, my wonderful, handmade Clip-Cloppers in my lap.

7.46

The gang is talking about what they are going as for the Halloween Festivities.

7.47

I feel quite left out. Thus, I shall ponder!

7.48

I am in deep pondering-ness, though obviously not so deep that I can't write...

7.52

I could go as a Beatle! Like, Paul... Or Ringo! (Only because Ringo is a very cool name.)

7.53

Anne shot down that idea.

7.54

Barmy bat.

7.55

Hmm... I should be an animal that starts with a 'p'... A possum! Or a penguin, a porpoise, a platypus, erm... A lioPleurodon!

7.56

Just ran my ideas by the gang... And they are shaking their heads to each of them. Oh! I should be a Parsnip!

7.59

According to Lily, a parsnip is not an animal. I think it is, though, since it once was a living thing before someone killed it. Honestly. If something is living, I'm automatically categorising it as an animal. (This is why I'm absolute crap at Magical Creatures and Herbology.)

8.03

... I could be a knight. That would be quite cool. I could even get that stupid first year to be my Clip-Clop Noisemaker. Then we would both have costumes!

8.05

Actually, I did recently read a trilogy whilst I was deprived of writing my thoughts down every few minutes... It was about hobbits who, under extraordinary circumstances, managed to overcome temptation and evil to save Middle-Earth. Just goes to show you that short people have done a great deal, even though I suppose it wasn't real. But in my mind it was, because, honestly, Boromir, Faramir and Eomer were fine. In fact, I'd go so far as to say that they were godly.

8.09

I could be a hobbit!!!!!

8.14, In Girls' Dormitory

... Lily Evans has just insulted me!

8.15

Alright, maybe not really, but still.

8.16

Let me relive this absolute travesty:

"So, have you decided what you are going to go as for Halloween, Elizabeth?"

"Yes!" I said, quite enthusiastically. (If you couldn't already tell from the exclamation point.)

"What will you be, then?"

"Guess! Guess, guess, guess!" More excitement.

"... Not a pirate, er... I don't know."

"Hint: a short person."

"You're going to be a midget?!"

8.21

Honestly! There is a difference between a hobbit and a midget. Everyone knows that. Lily is barking mad.

8.23

It is beyond me why Potter even pursues her and her madness.

8.25

Haha.

8.28

The Fuzz are gonna rub Lily out for insultin' me.

8.29

Except they probably won't, seeing as I have no connection whatsoever to the police force; wizarding, metropolitan, or otherwise.

8.32

Although that would be very cool if I did.

8.47

... I'm quite bored. Nothing to do. I suppose I could bother Remus, eh?

8.52, En Route Back Down to Common Room

Bother, bother, bother, bother, bother, bother, bother...

8.56

Mr. Lupin!

... I thought Lily and Bridget confiscated this?

Ha. Lies, all lies!

Actually they showed it to me.

Not what you wrote, if that's what you're worried about.

No, I just... Erm...

It's alright, Lizabeth. Everyone knows you fancy Sirius.

I do not! Black is an absolute wanker!

I was joking, but if you're going to be defensive about it...

Drop it. Anyway, what are you going to be for Halloween?

Oh, I'm not going. I have to, er, visit my aunt.

Is something wrong?

She's sick, is all. Nothing big.

Right, well, I hope you have fun with that. I'll save you some of my candy if you'd like.

Thanks.

So...

How did your withdrawal go?

Not so well, as you can see. I'm back to my old habits. But at least I won't have Slughorn constantly telling me I'm going to be poisoned by the ink seeping through my skin and into my blood system.

True.

How would he know anyway? Unless he's been poisoning it...

I wouldn't hold it against him.

I beg your pardon!

He's probably sick of your "Fetchez la vache"-ing.

Gasp! One could never tire of "Fetchez la vache!"

Actually...

Remus, what is with you?

I'm tired.

9.08

... He left. I wonder what's got him so off. Well, maybe his aunt being sick, but...

9.09

I shall not fret. It's not my business anyway.

9.11

Maybe it's his time of month?

9.13

Ahahaha! Humour! Ahahahahahahaha!

9.14

That was quite hilarious, I must admit. High-five myself in my head!

9.15

Whoo!

9.20, Sitting on the Floor in front of the Fireplace

Ohm, ohm, ohm...

9.22

Yeah... Meditation isn't my thing.

9.23

I feel quite silly now, so I am thus going to retire. (Also, Sirius just came down the stairs in nothing but his underthings, and I want to spare myself of the sight. My poor virgin eyes!)

25th of October, 8.23 in the Evening, Library

So, I've had a rather uneventful day that consisted of mostly sleeping, eating, and clip-clopping. I love those coconuts. Too bad Pince confiscated them as soon as I clopped into the library. But I am here to study hobbit garb and am not distracted by my Clip-Cloppers! Kudos to you, new librarian who I think is a hag!

8.39, Hiding Behind an Encyclopedia of Middle Earth

I'm hiding only because Sirius just waltzed in. Honestly, who does he think he is?

8.41

I mean, he swaggered down the stairs last night in nothing but his boxers (which were plaid, by the way), and now he's swaggering/waltzing into the library. Sirius Black never steps foot in the library!

8.44

He hasn't seen me!

8.46

I have to escape! With or without my noisemakers!

8.49, Slinking to Pince's Desk

Alright, so I concluded that my hand-made noisemakers are essential to my sixth year experience, and I must rescue them.

8.52, Stealthily Putting Books Back

He has not seen me yet! ... Or, at least I don't think he has... Viva la Me!

9.17, Gryffindor Girls' Dormitory

Oh Merlin.

9.18

Oh Merlin, oh Merlin, oh Merlin!

9.20

I was being so stealthy and all that lot, you know?

9.21

And now I'm stuck locked up in the dormitory, afraid to go down to the Common Room in the fear that he might be down there...

9.25

I was just putting the last book back, a completely innocent task...

9.26

And then I...

9.27

Well, he...

9.28

I turned around and he was standing right in front of me...

9.29

So there I was stuck between a bookshelf and Sirius Black...

9.30

He scared me half to death, you know...

9.32

And then his face was getting closer to mine, and I... I...

9.35

Oh, Merlin, I snogged Sirius Black!!

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Well, sorry that it's been so long! I've been super busy, but Thanksgiving Break is upon me! Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this. I'm going to try to move the story a little bit faster now, so Elizabeth probably won't be making seventy-five billion entries per day. I kind of hope to get closer to the actual date now, which I should be able to accomplish within the next five days! So, as always, thank you all for reading and for putting up with my lack of updates. I'm sure that nearly killed you. (I hope it didn't, because then I would feel very guilty.) Anyway, disclaimer time: I do not own anything that you recognize from the world of Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does. Also, Monty Python stuff belongs to Monty Python. And the world of Lord of the Rings belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien. Everything else belongs to moi. So, keep reading and review! Yes, review, dear readers. Reviews make the world go 'round. Oh, actually, I have a challenge for you! The person to post the 100th review will get to choose the next little side-story thing that I do for True Confessions (i.e. Dear Elizabeth, Happy 16th Birthday). For whoever does, they should message me and tell me their ideas, and we shall further discuss it then. There is your inspiration. So, review like mad and keep reading! Much Love.