17th of December, 6.45 in the Morning, Feeling Quite Chirpy and Such this Fine Winter Day, Gryffindor Common Room

Journal, for your own sake, I will not tell you where you have been. You would never be able to forgive me for my carelessness. I will tell you, however, that I have been forced to write all my thoughts down in my History of Magic notebook, so, really, I have no idea what are notes or what is me being, well, erm... Me.

6.47

Alright, so I must tell you to clear my conscience, or something of the sort: Black stole you. Yes, indeed he did. But, luckily for me, I was smart enough to put a charm on you so no one can read my innermost (and slightly embarrassing) thoughts. And I've just swiped you back. You see, Remus and I just had another Grand Adventure, but a bit less dramatic than the Shrine Hunt.

6.48

Which I suppose leads one to wondering why I'm up so bloody early in the morning on a Saturday. Well, if you must now, it's taken Remus and I a week to devise this plan of rescuing you, dear journal, and thus you should be quite thankful and merry, seeing as Christmas is right around the corner.

6.50

However, I now realise that you are a journal and thus incapable of emotion...

6.51

You see why I don't want people reading this? Everyone would think I'm a loon!

6.52

Not that there's anything wrong with loons. Muggles seem to feel different about that subject, you know, just throwing everyone who they think is mental into the Looney Bin of Doom.

6.53

Which, according to Lily, is where I would end up if I were to ever give up magic and pursue Muggle-like interests post-Hogwarts.

6.54

Pfft. Like I'd ever do something as stupid as that.

6.55

Me. As a Muggle.

6.56

Ahaha!

6.57

My parents would certainly be mortified...

6.58

Well, at least my mum would be.

6.59

Remus wants to have a conversation! Let me just lift that lovely little spell I made up...

7.01

Hello, Lizabeth.

Hullo!

I see you've already written a page...

Don't mock my insanity and OCD-ish need to write all my thoughts down! You don't understand!

I wasn't mocking you!

Sorry, a bit melodramatic.

... Do you even know what "melodramatic" means?

Nope!

Where did you hear it?

My mum. In that howler she sent me. You know, that one.

Ah yes. Good times, good times.

No they weren't! That was almost as horrible as Black stealing my journal!

I don't think so. I think losing your journal for the second time really sent you off the deep end these past few weeks. What with your original attempt to woo Peter into showing you the dorm so you could dig around for the bloody thing. Really, Elizabeth, you could've just asked me.

But then dear ol' Jamesie-poo would think we were up to something... Which I still don't understand. It's not like we fancy each other or anything.

Right.

... It's not my fault Peter was the only Marauder I could find! Honestly! I had no choice but to try to woo him with my womanly charms.

Please don't start on your womanly charms.

Why ever not? Surely, you haven't discovered my amazing-ness yet, Mr. Lupin. Otherwise, you too would be following me around like Black does.

I don't think I'd ever sink to that level just to be close to a female...

Or would you?

Elizabeth!

Who knows! Maybe the wolf in you is all, "Grah! Must find mate!" but you're all "No! Must abstain!"

... Elizabeth.

Did I cross the line again?

Uh-huh.

Sorry. Sometimes I can't help it... It's like my brain just spews and my hand does as my brain tells it to.

Oh yes, the Horrors of Brain Spew.

You know of the Horrors, Mr. Lupin! I know you do! Surely, your brain has spewed at least once in your lifetime.

Actually, I'm quite proud to say that it hasn't. I am able to demonstrate some self/brain-control. Whereas you seem to struggle with that area. Ah well, I think I have enough control for the both of us.

And I have enough Brain Spew for the entire population of Hogwarts, including the professors!

And you're proud of this fact, why?

I don't know... Just because. Oh, did I tell you McGonagall brain-spewed Thursday night at my Animagus Study lesson-thing?

No... Wait, she did?

Yessum, she most certainly did!

Don't tell me that over the summer you also watched American Western films too...

In fact, I did! It was quite interesting, how they're all just shooting at each other like there's no tomorrow.

Oh great. I'm sure you're getting plenty of ideas.

No, my Ideas of Greatness spawn from that which I call Ponty Mython.

Indeed. Though, even I'll admit that "Fetchez la Vache: The Song" is a lovely tune. How long did it take you to make it up?

Four minutes, I think.

I'm impressed.

By what? My musical talent or the capacity of my brain?

Both.

Ah, well, at least you're honest.

I try.

I'm glad you're happy again.

Mm-hmm.

And I'm glad we're going on Mystical, Magical, Magnificent Adventures again.

I could live without those. (Too many m's!)

Well, piddly-diddly, dear. You are the Watson to my Holmes.

Right. Want to head down to breakfast now?

Haha, sure. What with your stomach growling at me.

Don't tease my stomach.

Let's away, shall we? Before your stomach starts serenading me due to my womanly charms.

Oh Merlin.

7.25, En Route to the Great Hall

Goodness, everyone must be very, very tired... You'd think that people would be all fired up because it's a Hogsmeade weekend.

7.27

Speaking of, I really do need to make a list of gifts.

7.28

Remus won't tell me what he wants for Christmas. The prat. And then he has the nerve to ask me what I want! I refuse to tell him that I want this really old book that I saw at the antique shop last Hogsmeade trip.

7.29

No matter how much like old book it smells!

7.30

I'll just get it for myself, thanks.

7.35, Great Hall, Gryffindor Table, Next to Remus

The prat still won't tell me what he wants.

7.36

Actually, I've come to a very good conclusion about blokes.

7.37

Would you care to hear it? Of course you would! (Let me just stuff this piece of toast in my mouth first.)

7.38

Alright! Managed not to choke! High-five in my head! Anyway, here's my thesis about blokes: They hail from the Lands of Lame and come bearing Lame Gifts of Even Greater Lameness and thus only attract Lame Girls who hail from the Lands of Pretty-Lame-Although-Not-As-Lame-As-The-Blokes'-Land-of-Lame and the Lameness only spreads from Lame clan to Lame clan all across the Many Lame Lands of which occupy this Lame World of Lameness.

7.41

Yes, that is my conclusion. Blokes, and the girls who flock around them, are lame.

7.42

You know, just in case you didn't get the "lame" bit after my repeating the word thirteen times in various forms.

7.43

Remus is laughing at what I just wrote. But, oh-o, my dear friend, it's true!

7.44

Hark! The lad speaks!

7.45

Or tries to while laughing and thus sort of chokes.

7.46

Shall I save him?

7.47

Elizabeth Reynolds to the Rescue!

7.50

He's fine now.

7.51

I should get a sweet superhero name.

7.52

Or a boyfriend.

7.53

Either of those would be lovely Christmas gifts.

7.54

But I DON'T WANT BLACK!

7.56

Sorry, had to get that out of my system.

7.57

That sad excuse for a boy hasn't left me alone for the longest time. I'm trying to get Remus to intervene, and sometimes he does, whisking me away to the Library yonder to study because Sirius tends to leave me alone when Remus is around. (For reasons unknown to myself.) (Although the Gang insists it's because he knows that Remus fancies me too.) (And Remus doesn't fancy me, I don't think.) ... (Well, they're all barmy cows anyway!)

7.59

I was loving the parentheses for awhile, wasn't I?

8.01

I'm so excited for Hogsmeade! I can't wait to go shopping. And I absolutely love the Caroling Goblins.

8.02

And, contrary to popular belief, Goblins seem to be far more hospitable than Dwarves.

8.03

Just from personal experience.

8.04

... Right.

8.05

List of Gifts to get!:

Remus- probably a box of chocolates and a book

Lily- stockings (She's always complaining about how cold her feet are, the silly girl.)

Anne- ... probably something to protect her womanly parts from that bloody Ravenclaw of hers (I don't want my friend to get some strange, sexually transmitted disease... And I honestly don't care to know what she's been doing.)

Bridget- Sugar quills because she's always stealing mine!

Erm... Who else is there?

Definitely not getting Black anything. Unless it's something absolutely atrocious. In which case I'd give it to him, in hopes that it would disgust him so much that he'll want to stay away from me.

Mum and Dad!- well, erm... I don't know... Dad'll probably want a new pocket watch and Mum, erm... Stationary! Yes. There, perfect gifts.

And I'll just send out greeting cards to everyone else.

8.10

I feel much better now, knowing what I'm going to get everyone.

8.11

Urgh! Remus, just leave me alone! I will not tell you what I want!

Why not?

Because you refuse to tell me! (Haha. I already know what I'm getting you, though.)

You cheeky little thing.

Don't say that. You sound like Black. Who I dislike very much.

8.13, En Route back to the Common Room

Haha. He has no idea what to get me.

8.14

Except for the whole "sweet superhero name" or a boyfriend. Which, really, if I was dying to have either of those, I'd just get them myself.

8.15

Besides, he'll probably just play Cupid with Sirius and I.

8.16

Hopefully he won't tell James.

8.17

If he does, I'm going to curse his sorry bottom a hundred years forward and back.

8.18

Although, ultimately, I don't think that would accomplish much.

8.19

But it would be quite exhilarating. Even if I did get expelled...

8.26, Common Room

Only a few more hours until Hogsmeade!

8.27

Excitement!

8.28

I think I'm going to go read for Ancient Runes, now. But you shall accompany me to Hogsmeade later on, so don't worry too much.

11.59, In the Carriage, En Route to Hogsmeade

Have I yet told you how much I love Hogsmeade?

12.00

I don't believe I have.

12.01

I love Hogsmeade more that I love the smell of old books.

12.02

Except not.

12.04

Right, well... We're almost there!!!!

12.05

This is Lily Evans speaking. I have Elizabeth's journal because Bridget is trying to stop her from bouncing up and down so wildly. She'll get, er, you back once she's calmed herself.

12.07

We're here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

12.08

I feel like spinning... But I shouldn't, in case I scare the ickle little third years.

12.09

And Merlin knows I would never want to do something like that!

12.10

Ahahaha! I sure scared them! They must think I'm nuts!

12.12

Off to shop!

12.23, In Honeydukes

It's quite crowded, I must say. But I have two things (box of their finest chocolates and two boxes of Sugar Quills), and I'm now standing in line to pay.

12.24

This is the one thing I don't like about Christmas shopping...

12.25

I moved up one step from where I was exactly one minute ago!

12.26

This is taking too long. Don't they know who I am?

12.27

I am Elizabeth Reynolds, AKA Her Royal Hotness!

12.28

Elizabeth Reynolds waits for no one!

12.29

Though, I suppose, in this case, I have to.

3.04, The Three Broomsticks, Sitting at a Booth with the Gang plus Remus

I'm surrounded by bags and boxes. I think I may have to recruit Remus to help me carry all this stuff to the carriage.

3.05

Though I'll have to be sure that he isn't carrying the bag that his gift is in.

3.06

Especially the book. Which, I must say, is a fine specimen indeed and will surely make him a very happy man when he opens it.

4.11, In the Carriage

So, Remus helped me load everything in. It took three trips. Honestly, I have no idea how I managed to carry it all to The Three Broomsticks without killing myself! Only Lily and I could fit in this carriage, so Bridget is probably stuck with the Marauders or worse: Anne and her boyfriend.

4.12

... Though on the last trip back to gathering up all my bags and the like, there was a slightly embarrassing occurrence, which I did not expect at all.

4.13

So, apparently, Rosmerta thought it'd be a lovely idea to hang mistletoe above the entrance, and, on the way out the last time, Remus noticed it.

4.14

Well, surely, you can understand why my cheeks turned pink when he grabbed me by the elbow and pulled me towards him, quickly leaning down to leave a soft kiss on my lips.

4.15

And then it certainly didn't help that there were wolf whistles. Honestly, I thought that only occurred in those films Lily and I watched.

4.16

"Mistletoe," he murmured, pointing up, obviously aware of my slightly bewildered expression. He didn't really say anything after that, just adjusted the boxes under his arms and went on his merry way to the carriage.

4.17

Me, being the ever-smooth being that I am, well... I just kind of stood there.

4.18

And, to be honest, I'm still in shock.

4.19

It wasn't at all like the snog fests that Sirius pushes on me. No, it was just a sweet, soft peck on the lips...

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Yay! Finally an update! You can thank my being home sick and incredibly bored for this one. I hope you liked it. Sorry if you felt I skipped too much, but I wanted to catch up to normal times, not be stuck way back in November for the next three weeks. Anyway, as always, the Harry Potter World belongs to J.K. Rowling, "Fetchez la vache" belongs to Monty Python, and everything else is mine. Thank you all for being so patient with me, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'll try to update this weekend if I don't have too much make-up work. Oh, and, whoever the 100th reviewer was, message me so we can discuss a possible side story or chapter plot line. Actually, anyone can just go ahead and message me about side story ideas. I'm in a festive mood (despite my being ill), and it can be my little "thank you" and Holiday present for all of you. Thanks for reading, keep reviewing! Yours always.