Chapter 2

Good morning Writing Booklet!

It's really early right now… I think… Either that, or it's really late. It's kinda hard to tell right now. All I know is the sky is dark.

I know, I have such great observation skills.

See, I would be able to tell the time, if it weren't for someone breaking my clock last night (coughRemuscoughcough) so now I must resort to guessing.

Anyway, as promised, I will now tell the story of yesterday (or today depending on if it is morning or night at the moment).

The Story of Yesterday

Once upon a time their lived a fair maiden in a faraway kingdom who was plagued with an older brother who insisted on beating her in everything. His name was Remus Lupin, better known as ReRe.

See, yesterday when we were driving to King's Cross I was really excited about going to Hogwarts (I mean, who wouldn't be? It's Hogwarts!), but I was just sitting there quietly minding me own business when ACK! STUPID TRUTH BOOK!

I don't know if I already mentioned this, but when my parents gave me this writing booklet, they it a spell on it so that anything I wrote in here that wasn't the truth would get crossed out (AN: This site doesn't work with the crossing out font, so everything that should be crossed out will actually be bolded) . Don't even ask me why! They're insane!

My Mom: Oh, honey, since it's your first day at Hogwarts, we thought we'd get you a present! So we got you this beautiful diary!

(Have I mentioned how much I hate the word diary?)

Me (in a fakely cheerful voice): Oh, thanks so much Mom. It's so kind of you to get me such an amazing present!

Mom: You're so welcome, darling, we just know that this will come in handy in your dangerous trek through adolescence! You can write in it about all the cute boys you see at Hogwarts!

(Yeah, that's going to happen)

Me (again in fakely cheerful voice): You're just the greatest mom ever!

Mom: But darling, make sure that you don't write anything that isn't true in it, because the diary (ACK!) will bold everything you write in it that isn't completely true!

Me (abandoning fakery cheerful voice): Um, why?

My Dad: Builds character.

(Train whistles in background)

Mom: Time to go, sweetie, see you at Christmas!

Yeah. My dad's been obsessed with the "builds character" thing ever since he read some comic book about a kid who talks to his stuffed animal tiger. An my mom has all these really annoying and cheesy nicknames for me, like sweetie and honey and things like that.

So, as I was saying earlier, I was sitting in the car, maybe sort of ranting a little bit about how great Hogwarts was going to be, which I guess annoyed my brother for some reason, because he started talking about all the flaws of Hogwarts.

"You know, Mimi. You really shouldn't get your hopes too high for Hogwarts because it really isn't that great. The food is usually really good, but you have to watch out because…. And you know the doors sometimes tend to…. And every now and then the floor….. And when you go into the transfiguration class you have to be careful of…. and your eyes may start to tear up…. be in the Hospital Wing for three months….. ended up with a buffalo on his chest… candles aren't real…. "

He went on and on and on like that for like 50,000 hours FINE! Like 10 5 minutes, and even though I wasn't really listening to half of what he was saying, by the time we had reached the station, I wasn't quite as excited as I had been.

By the time we had reached the parking lot and managed to park the car, we were a few minutes late so we began to run into the building. I was so concentrated on… well actually I don't know what I was so concentrated on, but I must of been concentrating on something, because I didn't even notice the huge crowd standing in front of the entrance until I ran smack into and oldish man standing near the back.

He turned around angrily. "Excuse you!" he said in a stern voice. "You're not the only one trying to get on a train here! Have some resect!"

"Sorry," I said. "I wasn't really looking where I was going."

"Well, obviously," he shot back at me. "And what's this supposed to be?" he said, seeing the sleeve of one of my robes hanging out of my suitcase. He pulled it out roughly and looked at it without even asking me (and he's talking to me about respect?) "Fashion or something?"

"No, um… yeah…. it's for a… party…" I said, caught off guard, though I was usually pretty good at making up stories.

"Teenagers these days," the man said to himself. "Oi! How dare you!" he yelled at a small girl who had accidentally hit him with her elbow when she walked by him. "Get back here!" the man yelled as the little girl cowered in fear

I turned around to face my parents and Remus.

"What just happened?" my dear brother asked.

I shrugged.

"What's going on?" I asked my parents. "How come no one's going in to the station?"

"I don't know, honey," said my mom, a little worried.

All of a sudden two boys rushed over to us, one with black hair, one with brown hair and glasses. "Hey, Remus!" they called out.

"Hey guys," Remus said. "Do you know what's going on with the station?"

"Yeah, didn't you hear? They're building a Ferris Wheel inside it," said the boy with black hair. "With lights and everything."

"And they're looking for test drivers to be the first on it! Wanna go Remus?" finished the brown haired boy.

Just then, a third boy with blonde hair rushed over to join the group. "Can I go? I LOVE Ferris Wheels!" he said excitedly. The two other boys started laughing.

"That was a joke, Peter," said the one with glasses.

"Come on, really, you two! Can you please be serious?" said Remus, annoyed.

"Nope, sorry," said the black haired one. "That name has already been taken!" He burst into a fresh bout of laughter.

The brown haired boy looked at him, disgusted. "You know, that really isn't funny anymore, Sirius."

"I know!" said the black haired boy (was his name Sirius?), laughing even harder.

The Peter-boy began laughing maniacally as well. "That's hilarious, Sirius!" he gasped. "So….. funny!"

The Sirius-boy stopped laughing and stared at the blond-haired one, who continued to shake with laughter. "Actually, it really wasn't that funny, Peter."

"Ha…Ha…..Ha!…. Wait, what?" said Peter, stopping immediately. "Yeah, you're right. That was a really totally stupid joke. I mean, why would that be funny?"

The Sirius-boy and the brown-haired one shook their heads, turning back to Remus, who was looking at them like they were insane.

"Yeah, we actually don't know what's going on in the station," said the brown-haired boy. All of a sudden he noticed me.

"Hello, is this the sister Remus has told us so much about?" he asked. "James Potter, at your service," he said, bowing deeply.

"And Sirius Black," added the black-haired boy.

"Mimi Lupin at yours," I said, grinning.

"A pleasure to meet you," said Sirius, importantly.

Remus cleared his throat. "So," he said. "We have a problem."

"We do?" said Sirius, surprised.

"Um, yeah…. HOW ARE WE GETTING TO HOGWARTS IF WE CAN'T GET INTO THE STATION?!" James shouted.

"Jeez, no need to yell. I get it. And anyway, that's not a problem. I know how we'll get there."

"You do?" asked James.

"You do?" asked Remus.

"Yep," said Sirius smugly. "We'll ride horses!"

Peter looked amazed. "That's a great idea, Sirius! I can't believe I didn't think of it," he said, his eyes shining with admiration."

James and Remus burst out laughing.

"That's got to be the stupidest idea I have ever heard!" said Remus. "Even the fastest horses can only go up to 40 miles an hour at best while trains can travel at speeds reaching…"

"Yeah, yeah, Remus. Don't go all bookishy on me," said Sirius.

"Bookishy is not a word! The proper term is…"

"It can be a word if you believe!"

"What does believing have to do with anything?!"

"Like that Muggle dude Mr. Claws!"

"You mean Santa Claus. And anyway, that's just a story!"

…..

So, yes this argument continued for a while… You know, I'm getting really sleepy….I'll finish this story in the morning...

Good night writing bookl..