Okay. Let the anger releasing begin.

First of all, I'm angry that he just grinned at me when I glared at him after that comment! A perfectly steely, deserved glare! Does he have no respect for me and my anger?

Well, that should be obvious, considering who he is, and what he did to me and my friends this afternoon.

Secondly, that he still thinks I'm writing love letters to him! It's been almost a year since he asked me out by pantsing my ex-best-friend in front of the entire school and he still doesn't get it! I will never go out with that pureblood prick! Never, never, never! So he might as well go back to snogging every girl he sees in the corridors because he sure as Merlin isn't going to get any snogging from me.

I just remembered, isn't McGonagall going to be reading this? Maybe I shouldn't be talking about snogging. Or maybe I shouldn't talk about what McGonagall can or cannot read.

But no, she wants an honest outpouring of my anger, and she's going to get it! I'm not going to censor myself. If I have to do this -stupid waste of time- this lovely and productive assignment, I am going to do it right!

So. This afternoon. Alice, Emma, and I were sitting by the lake, minding our own business, just about to do some homework and all (sixth year, N.E.W.T level classes, I mean, come on) when all of a sudden we see Pettigrew walking towards us, with his hands behind his back and a stupid smile on his face. Now, the three of us have had plenty of experience with the Marauder's up-to-something expressions by now, so we know when something's coming (except for the unnamed prat, who we have to just assume is guilty, all the time). Even worse, he had his hands behind his back. So of course, we all three stood, facing him, because you never want to let a guilty Marauder, with hands behind his back, out of your sight.

"What have you got, Pettigrew?" asked Emma.

"And where are your friends?" I asked, folding my arms.

And oh, I realize now his shifty eyes really should've been a clue, they were probably shifting to right over our shoulders more than needed, but I was so stupid!

Pettigrew's grin widened. "Oh, they're around here somewhere." he said casually. That's when warning bells really starting going off, because of the Marauders, Peter Pettigrew (and usually Remus Lupin) is never casual. I pulled out my wand.

"Pettigrew, if you come one step closer-"

That was the moment when I felt something slimy and wet slithering down the back of my shirt. I shrieked (in a very dignified way, I can assure you) and turned around, and guess who was standing there?

Well, uh, I guess if Professor McGonagall is reading this, then you can guess it pretty easily, based on the fact that I'm in detention with him. But it wasn't just the prick Potter! Black was laughing like a lunatic when you arrived because he had just managed to make Emma reach a pitch normally reserved for Sneakoscopes by sticking a Chocolate Frog down her shirt, and the whole reason Alice shoved Remus onto his bum was because he had a Chocolate Frog in his hand, too. Remus and Black should be in detention, not me!

Anyways, I turned around (after the Chocolate Frog had successfully wriggled its way out of my shirt, ruining it forever with awful brown stains) and Potter and Black were standing there, laughing like some sort of hyena breed. Why anyone ever thinks those sloppy clowns are attractive, I'll never know (Potter has had fourteen girlfriends that I know of, how?) This, to the best of my memory, is the conversation that followed:

"What did you do, Potter?" I said (or, well, Emma says I was screeching at this point).

"He brought you chocolates, Evans." Black was grinning that awful look-at-me-I'm-amazing grin of his. "He bought you flowers, now he's brought you chocolates, what else do you expect from him?" The flowers, by the way, refer to an incident last week where he (or possibly Black, I don't particularly care at this point) somehow managed to get up to our room and fill it with garishly colored, singing flowers during a free period.

At this point, yes, I did start pointing my wand at him. "You've got to be kidding."

I think Black might have actually had a spark of intelligence then, because he stepped back and pushed Potter towards me.

"Oh, come off it, Evans, it was just a joke!" Potter said. I was satisfied to see that he was smiling as though he were trying to placate a Hippogriff. "It's the end of the year, even you can't have a stick up your arse now!"

Black and Pettigrew did that stupid thing boys do after an insult, the "ohhh" thing. Remus stopped brushing off his pants from the fall and started looking worried.

"Stick in the arse? Just because I won't go out with you, Potter?" I said. "Believe me, I would rather have a ten-foot pole up my arse than any part of you in any part of my body!"

"You never know until you try." said Potter, grinning. I wanted to attack him right then, but, Professor, I had the discipline to hold myself back.

"What, so you're propositioning me for sex, now?" I said. "That's a new low for you. What happened to those dumb love poems you have Owl-delivered on the hour every hour for three days?"

"That didn't work!" said Potter. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Stop trying." I said. "I'm never going to go out with you, you arrogant, self-centered, unintelligent, ape!"

"Better than a stuckup, sheltered, bi-"

Obviously I hexed him before he could finish his sentence. So you see, it was completely justified. As Emma said later, he was definitely trying to get me angry with language like that.

And I'm sorry you just happened to be patrolling the grounds that day, and I'm sorry you caught me doing what I supposed to be stopping as a Prefect, but, can you blame me? And it wasn't like he didn't hex me back. I didn't just wake up with green hair this morning. So really, it's perfectly obvious that it was all Potter's fault, and I should not have to do any detention for doing what I

Okay, I was going to wrap it up there, but Potter just walked by, and gave me even more material to "let me feelings out" about. After the usual arrogant comments about my love letter to him (how dare he say I'm the stuckup one), he gave me this little gem:

"I'm sorry, Evans. I wasn't going to call you a...you know. I was going to say bint."

I snorted. Really, can you blame me for any of this? "Oh, thanks, and here I was worried you were going to apologize for insulting me."

He sighed heavily, obviously trying to make me look up. "Why do you have to take this so hard, Evans? Maybe I just want to be friends."

"You ask me out practically every day as a prank." I said. "And you stuck a Chocolate Frog down my shirt."

"The Chocolate Frogs were Sirius's idea, not mine, and-"

"Mr. Potter!" you said at right about that moment. Which is good, because I was going to hex him again. "I believe Miss Evans has not yet finished her detention."

"Yes, sorry, Professor." Potter said, grinning that stupid, "charming" grin, and thankfully, he left after that.

So now you see, Professor, why I was totally justified in hexing him. He refuses to stop asking me out, no matter how many times I tell him no, and whenever he's around me, all he does is those stupid pranks he knows I hate. And then he has the Quaffle balls to say that I'm writing love letters to him, and that we would make a good couple, and why can't I just accept him already? Outrageous. So, in conclusion, I respectfully request this detention not go on my record, and Potter and I never have to sit anywhere near each other, or work on any partner projects together, ever again. Maybe he could even be expelled or something. I'd love that.

Yours truly,

The long-suffering Lily Evans

P.S. Professor McGonagall just said that she wasn't even going to read the letter, she was just making sure that I wrote it. Honestly, even if it was a waste of a perfectly good rant, I'm a little relieved- I'd probably never get Head Girl if she did read it.