8th of April, 8.39 in the Evening, Lounging in the Common Room

Well, things have been going quite swimmingly the past few days. Spending time with Remus and whatnot- it's quite refreshing! All my classes are much more bearable and the professors seem to be in a more chipper mood. Especially Slughorn. He seems to struggle to keep from singing whenever I'm in his presence!

8.42

Well, clearly he sings because I maybe force him to. But, nonetheless, it's wonderful and makes me a very happy little witch.

8.44

Remus looks vair, vair serious working on his DADA essay.

8.45

But an attractive serious!

8.46

Did I see my name?!

Arg, Sirius! Why must you sabotage my lounging time? You're wasting precious space. My journal has only a few pages left, you fool!

Well, that isn't my problem. Perhaps you shouldn't waste paper discussing old flames, yeah?

I wasn't! I didn't even write your name!

I do believe you did, dearest Lizzie.

... Stop with the kissy faces, Sirius. Save it for le fan club du Sirius.

Oh, my fan club is French? Why am I wasting my time on a barmy Brit like you then?

8.53

Good riddance! Well, now that Sirius is gone, I can continue writing. Sadly, as aforementioned, there isn't much space left in here, dear journal, though I'm sure you knew that. As it were, there is even less space now that Sirius has written so obnoxiously large.

Ah, you thought I was gone!

SIRIUS.

I love when you cry out my name, even if it's via written methods.

GO. AWAY.

Fine, fine. I'll go bother Moony.

8.58

That boy is incredibly frustrating, I must say. Poor Remus will never get his essay done! You see, he banished me from the table he's working at because I'm a distraction. Well, fine then, dearest boyfriend, be that way! I think he's the distraction. He's kept me from you! But it would seem I really need to be careful about how I'm using my pages. I've only got three left, now that I've counted.

9.00

Oh, did I mention I've gotten better at maths over the past few days?

9.01

Ha.

9.02

...

9.03

This is so boring!

9.04

I think it's time for an adventure. With the clip-cloppers, of course!

9.07, En Route to Merlin Knows Where

Toodaloo, Gryffindor Common Room! It's time for some hearty wandering about the castle!

9.24, Hiding behind a Statue

It would seem Mrs Norris is on patrol. That bloody cow of a cat! She needs a Mr Norris. Do you suppose she once had one? Did he run away? Was he killed?

9.25

Bugger, what if "Mr Norris" is really Filch!?

9.26

Ohhh, my mind's imagination has gone awry! Stop, bloody brain, just stop! I don't want to picture a romantic and intimate evening between Filch and his cat!

9.27

Kitty is gone. And I'm once again off to clip-clop and wreak havoc!

10.02, Back in the Common Room

Well, I've made a triumphant and successful return to the coziness that is the common room. Remus is finishing up his essay. Apparently he managed to get a lot of work done once he sent Sirius off to run an errand for him or something. I don't know. It's that or he bribed him. Right, well... Ah, so, aside from my almost-run in with Mrs Norris, I managed to sneak up on some unsuspecting Hufflepuff third years who were snogging in an alcove on the third floor corridor and I gang-pressed some first year, possibly a Slytherin giving his jitteriness around me, into clip-clopping for me. I felt quite noble tarrying along behind him. As a side note, I also decided that I won't be writing as much. I have a boyfriend now, dear journal, so you must understand! Also, I need to wean myself from writing so much, otherwise I'm going to go absolutely barmy over the summer, I swear. But, really, it's mostly due to the fact that I'm running out of pages. Just today I've used up a page and a half! So, it's either write less or change how my handwriting (unlikely). ... I've got to go, the girls would like to have a talk about Merlin knows what.

23rd of April, 11.27, Under a Tree

It's a very loverly Sunday afternoon and I'm taking a break from studying with Remus. I deserve to relax. Why? Because James is back to his Quidditch Nazi ways! Why, oh why, cruel world? We have our final match in a month against Ravenclaw, and James is bent on winning the Quidditch Cup for Gryffindor. As wonderful as that would be, I just don't see it happening this year. We had some fresh meat on the team, and they are just now getting into the way of things. It's been a wee bit frustrating the past week because all the new blokes do, Geoffrey and Duke, is complain about this and that. Honestly, if I didn't know any better, I'd say they were girls!

11.38

Sorry, I got distracted by a bird. Silly of me, I know. Speaking of things in the sky, I never got an answer about possums having strong gluteal muscles...

11.40

Oi, Remus.

Yes?

Remember that one time I was in the tree and you came up? Before I broke my arm, yeah?

Erm... Yeah, I guess. Why?

Well, I'm still wondering, do possums have great arse muscles or what?

11.45

He's laughing at me!

11.46

This is making me quite cross. It's a completely legitimate question!

11.47

Remus!

Hmm?

Are you finally over your fit of hysterics?

Barely.

Will you just answer my question? Please?

Lizzie, I honestly haven't a clue how developed possums', er, "arse muscles" are.

Why did you laugh at me?

Because the way you phrased the questions was humourous. It was delightful.

Sigh. Fine.

I love you, Elizabeth.

Love you too. Though that won't make me forgive you for making fun of me!

I know. So, you don't have many more pages left, do you?

No, I don't. Stop making me feel worse.

I'm sorry.

It's alright.

Two pages. Would you like me to start writing bigger, like Sirius?

Ah! No! Don't do that!

Haha, sorry. I couldn't help it.

Sometimes I think you live to torture me.

Clearly!

11.59

Well, Remus and I are going to get lunch in the Great Hall. I'm onto my second to last page. This is terribly sad. Le sigh.

1st of May, 2.33, Divination, Across from Bridget

Thought I'd give you a quick update whilst Professor Jevois is lecturing about death predictions. Right, well, I've been clip-clopping and singing "Fetchez la Vache" like there's no tomorrow as part of my full Marauder initiation. Finally. Except this clip-clopping involves me clip-clopping while James, Sirius, Remus and Pete tag along behind me looking quite kingly and noble. As though they all need ego-boosting. Pfft! It's a bit ridiculous, but sometimes it's a relief to hear James cry, "Tally ho, young Lizzie!" instead of, "Lizzie, you cow, where in Merlin's name did you learn to fly?!" So, all in all, things seem to be improving. It's not quite down to "crunch time," as James has been calling it, but we're getting there. Personally, I think we should just stop practicing every other night and see how well we can do just kicking off on game day. ... Or not. Now that I consider it, I don't think winging it would be the best tactic. Oh well. Hmm, Remus and I snogged last night for at least an hour. Not straight, but with breathing breaks every now and then. But the snogging cow is definitely being milked, no doubts about that.

2.41

Professor Jevois just asked me a question. I didn't know the answer. Too bad. For her. Not me. I don't care about death predictions. Why is it that death is all we ever talk about in this barmy class? Why can't we sing? Well, I better go. I've got to get to some partner reading with Bridget. I've got about a page left, so I probably won't write until after the Quidditch match, or possibly right before. We'll see.

30th of May, 3.16 in the Morning

By some miracle, we actually won the match by twenty points! How it happened, I haven't a clue, but all of Gryffindor Tower was celebrating until McGonagall decided to ruin the fun. She's such a fun ruiner sometimes, honestly! Ah well. Sadly, even though we won, we still lost the House Cup. Slytherin beat us by 40 points. A bit of a disappointment, but we at least came in second this year. Certainly an improvement. And there's always seventh year to win it, yeah? I think I'd feel more accomplished winning the Cup in my final year of schooling. But that's simply my own opinion. Well, I just wanted to quickly write that. Congratulations, Lizzie self! I really need some sleep now... My pillow calls!

1.24, Relaxing with the Gang

It's break time from the blokes. And, sadly, this will likely be my last entry. There's hardly any room left to write, seeing as I've been doodling over the past month in here. Terrible doodles of landscapes and owls, but it was worth a shot, right? At least I know that I can definitely scratch off "artist" as a potential career. Well... I honestly don't know what else to write. There's so little I can think of. On top of being a little stressed about Quidditch, I've been worrying about final exams. Remus has been helping me a lot, though, in not just studying ways... If you catch my drift.

1.27

I just winked, so you know.

1.28

Well... Dearest, most beloved journal of mine, I must say that parting is such sweet sorrow. I will do my best to keep you in my possession and not lose you. (Though I can't promise that- my house is a black hole in which things disappear and reappear whenever they choose to do so.) In summary, I think this year has been quite wonderful. I do hope Remus and I make it through the summer and next year. Possibly longer- who knows? Always and forever yours. - Elizabeth P. Reynolds

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Well, my dears, this is the last "journal" chapter. And, technically, the end. HOWEVER, there will be an epilogue posted shortly. I just figured I would get this out. So, be on the lookout for an epilogue that will give you a glimpse into the futures of Remus and Lizzie! As always, the Harry Potter universe belongs to Jo Rowling. That which you don't recognize from that magical land likely belongs to me, or Monty Python. Depending. Thank you for reading (should you not care to read an epilogue) OR thank you for waiting for an epilogue. To everyone- thanks for being patient and tolerating my poor updating skills. Shout out to Forest Archer for a most excellent review which inspired me to just go for it and complete the last journaling chapter. Anyway, as per usual, I beg of you to review, review, REVIEW!!!! Yours.