I shouldn’t be writing this right now. No, I shouldn’t. Then why am I? Well, it’s not like anyone cares what Professor Binns is saying! I should be taking notes, yet I am still writing in this diary! Oh, Merlin, what am I going to do? I’m going to FAIL History of Magic! I know I have to stop, but I can’t! I just must write in here. Mum was right, somehow it is comforting, because writing in a diary really feels like you’ve told someone your secrets, when you only really wrote them down on a piece of parchment.
That insufferable git James Potter is whispering to Sirius again. Well, at least they have one decent friend to hopefully keep them in line. Remus isn’t all that bad, in fact, I helped him with his Potions essay once. Although he probably only asked me so he could sit with Sarah. Boys…
How in the name of Merlin does Potter pass class the way he is??? Ok, so, I know Hogwarts isn’t like Muggle school, and you don’t really have big tests that often, only the end of the year exam, but still, doesn’t he need notes to study? I suppose he just nicks someone else’s though, right before the test. Black and Potter are really pushing it. They probably won’t make it past fourth year…poor dears…wait, what?!?! What did I just call them? “Poor dears”? No! I was sympathetic to Potter,the big-headed git. This diary is getting to me…
Professor Binns has been droning on about some history in the Wizarding World, oblivious to the fact that none of us really care. Well, Ali looks like she’s asleep, head-on-desk-snoring asleep, but then again, so is half of the class. She always insists on wearing her tie the wrong way, and it really bothers me. Well, I guess it shouldn’t bother me, but it sure does get annoying…
Marles is staring at the back of Sirius Black’s head, and doodling on a scrap of parchment that looks like her History of Magic notes. It looks like she’s signing her name, and I can see one of the signatures. It says, “Marley Elisabeth Prewitt Black”. Tsk, tsk, Marles, thinking about marrying Black in first year? Hasn’t she noticed how many girlfriends he’s been through already? By third year, he’ll have gone out with every girl at least three times, except me, of course. Potter would never let Black date me, because apparently, I am his. According to most of the guys, I am “Potter’s Property, Untouchable, Unless You Want A Life-Long Scar”. Of course, I disagree on this issue. But lets not stick on the subject of Potter, the world’s biggest pain in the arse, for too long. But really, doesn’t Marles know the kind of trouble Black has gotten into? He’s a Marauder, for crying out loud, and Marauders are nothing but trouble, except Remus of course.
Is that Sarah I see over there, doodling on parchment also? Sarah, my wonderful, tomboy friend Sarah, doodling her name over and over again with the surname “Lupin”? Tell me it isn’t so. I love Sarah to death as a friend, but if she changes, she’ll never be the Sarah I love. Okay, that sounded funny, but that’s not my point. If Sarah becomes mini-Marles, I’ll have to run screaming from whatever room they’re in. Wait, that might be potentially problematic because I have my classes with them, and we share a dormitory. Okay, well I probably would start getting annoyed with them, maybe not running and screaming though. Potter would just find another way to tease me about it. Thank goodness, Sarah is only doodling a really long squiggly line on her parchment.
Class is almost over, so I’d better stop writing and make sure I catch the end of the lesson (although it doesn’t really matter anyway, I could pass History of Magic with my eyes closed).
Common Room, after dinner, much later
Well, the rest of my day was…all right, I suppose. Potter annoyed me again, but when does that prat not annoy me? Mr. Insufferable Git decided, during Transfiguration, that he would like to try and transfigure me into, well, I don’t know what he was trying to turn me into, but it was something with feathers. A chicken? A parrot? A duck? A seagull? But the point is, it didn’t completely work. All I did was sprout a ton of different colored feathers. Professor McGonagall was really mad at me, at first, but then I told her Potter did it, and Potter has detention! But McGonagall got so caught up with being mad, that she forgot to remove the feathers! I had to walk to Defense Against the Dark Arts with parrot feathers (at least I think they were parrot feathers)! I feel so humiliated, and this is only my first year. At this rate, I don’t think I’ll survive Hogwarts, if Potter keeps humiliating me.
Defense Against the Dark Arts was very fun, and, thankfully, feather-less. Professor Rowans talked about a lot more stuff, and I wasn’t really that into it. In fact, I think I fell asleep, but I’m not sure. Regardless, I have so much Defense homework, it isn’t funny: ten inches of parchment on the creature of the Dark Arts, due Friday. That’s basically a ten inch essay on snakes, demons, and the like. Plus Friday is only two days away! How boring could it get?
And, to make matters worse, Professor Slughorn had to announce to everyone how well-made my Giggle Goop was. Professor Slughorn is nice and all, but he really needs to stop showing off his students. It make me embarrassed, plus it gives Potter an extra opportunity to somehow humiliate me. Slughorn also assigned an essay on the uses of bezoars and other antidotes in potion-making, also due Friday! I am going to die from humiliation by Potter, and too much homework from the teachers! Wait, I have to ask Ali a question,
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“Hey, Ali, did we have Transfiguration homework?”
“Er…I’m not sure, ask Sarah.”
“Sarah, did we have Transfiguration homework?”
“Ask Marles.”
“Marles, did we have Transfiguration homework? And please don’t tell me to go ask Potter or something like that.” I asked, getting slightly annoyed.
“Yes, Lils, we had Transfiguration homework. Practice transfiguring toothpicks, like we did in class.”
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Thank goodness. At least it’s not an essay. Practicing is much easier than writing essays. Anyways, I am really hungry right now. And the problem is, dinner is over, so I can’t go down to eat, and I am NOT going to nick food from the kitchens! And I will not stoop so low as to ask the Marauders to do it for me, because that would give Mr. Insufferable Git another chance to humiliate me, and I’m not risking it.
You know what, I think I’ll make a list, but I don’t know what I should make a list about. I suppose I’ll make a list of what’s bothering me right now.
What is Bothering Me Right Now
1. I am very hungry, even though I have already eaten dinner.
2. I am still mad at Potter for half-Transfiguring me into a parrot.
3. I have too much homework.
4. I want to get my homework done, but I don’t want to stop writing in my diary.
5. I need a nice slice of apple pie with whipped cream.
Argh, do you know what else bothers me? Well it doesn’t really bother me, but then again, it sort of does. Marles has a crush, Sarah has as crush (I think), and Ali has as guy who has a crush on her. And I don’t have a crush on anyone, nor does a boy have a crush on me. Well, except Potter. But I highly doubt it’s a real crush, probably just trying to endlessly annoy me. I wish I had a crush. No, no, don’t go bothering me telling me that Potter is a decent boy, and why don’t I like him. He’s not a decent boy. Sure, maybe he has just about ninety-five percent of the student female population worshiping him, while the other five percent worship anyone from Sirius Black to Peter Pettigrew, but that doesn’t make Potter a decent boy.
Merlin, it’s nearly eight o’ clock already, I have to start my homework before the teachers bury me in a mountain of parchment for my procrastination.
Good night,
Lily Evans
A/N: Thanks to my BRILLIANTLY WONDERFUL beta, Malika Potter, for the help!