Wednesday 11:15am
Dear Diary,
We got our letters from Hogwarts today. James got Quidditch Captain. I didn't get Prefect. James and Sirius congratulated me on this. Remus smiled at me kindly – he knew I actually had wanted to be one. I'd often asked him what it was like and what you had to do, because unlike James and Sirius, I knew he wouldn't mercilessly make fun of me for being a goody two-shoes. Because if there was one thing Remus Lupin was, it was kind.
And skinny.
I suppose it might have seemed weird that I wanted to be a prefect, since I did break the rules quite a lot. Not as much as the others, obviously, but I stayed out after curfew, went down to the kitchens or met up with people. I once snuck into one of the greenhouses and gave a whole sack of magical fertiliser to a bubotuber. That was messy. James was so proud of me.
I suppose it's not so bad though. I'll have plenty more time on my hands. Maybe I'll even try out for the Quidditch team. I've gotten quite good at it practising with James.
Imagine how embarrassed he'd be if I did terribly at the try out though.
Maybe I won't after all.
I might go out and practise now actually. The boys are holed up in James' room plotting something, as usual. It probably involves me. I've become too accustomed to care to be honest. If they find a way to get around the no-magic rule, that's when I'll start to worry.
