A/N: Gah! The dreaded writers block struck half way through this chapter, so I apologize if it’s a little choppy!
Disclaimer: I shall spell it out. My name is Nat. NOT JK Rowling. Observe the difference: N A T
J K R O W L I N G
See? They different.
November 23rd, 1975
Once upon a time, some person said: “Ignorance is bliss.” This must have sounded very well and good at the time, but it isn’t true.
OK, ignorance can be bliss, but only if you don’t know you’re ignorant.
Which I do.
And it’s even worse because I can’t ask any-one about it.
You see, I have forgotten something.
Something rather important.
Something like a password, for example.
The password for the girls’ Prefects’ bathroom, to be more specific.
Agh. For the life of me, I just can’t remember it. All I remember is that it was something stupid.
I can’t ask any of the other prefects, they’d laugh at me.
My predicament is a somewhat serious one.
Crap, I said I was going to make these things more sane.
REMUS LUPIN, IF YOU ARE READING THIS, I AM NOT CRAZY.
That should do it.
“Um hi. Alyssa, right?” A blond girl looked up from the Hufflepuff table.
“Yeah…” she said. Obviously she didn’t recognize me and my awesomeness.
“I’m Lily. The Gryffindor Prefect.”
“Oh,” she said nodding. I could read her thoughts on her face. Maybe if I pretend to know what she’s talking about, she’ll go away.
“I just needed to ask you something…Do you know the password for the bathroom?” I dropped my voice for the last statement. Her face cleared.
“Oh sure. Flighty Fairies.”
“Thanks,” I said, heading off to try it out.
Wow. We Prefects don’t get treated half bad.
The bathroom was- wow.
Unless you’ve ever stayed at an uber-fancy resort, you have no concept of the Prefects’ bathroom.
It was big, about the size of the ground floor of my house.
And despite the fact that my house is small, that’s still huge.
In the far corner, a hot tub was bubbling away. Behind it rows of shower stalls glittered with unnatural cleanliness. The dominating feature was a humongous bath tub. It was so big, it almost couldn’t be called a bath tub, but more along the lines of a small swimming pool. At least forty gold taps hovered over it. Grinning, I thought of the bathtub at home, something so small that I had to sit up in, in order to fit.
Oh, this was going to be fun!
After a few moments of experimentation, I discovered that each golden tap dispensed a different kind of bubbles, though none actually gave out water. Hmm.
Well, I had several hours to kill, and I thought, why not?
Half an hour later, I was giggling by the side of the huge tub. I had filled it with multi-coloured bubbles.
Locking the door, I took off my towel and slid into the tub.
Not the ignorant kind either.
The water never cooled off. Not even after an hour.
It was amazing.
Finally, I forced myself out of the tub, and stepped into one of the shower stalls. While cold water cascaded over me, I made a decision.
I would only ever use this bathroom.
I am guessing that you have had the hiccups, at some point in your life.
Assuming you are human, of course.
Anyway, they are extremely, extremely annoying.
I mean, how off-putting is it for a guy to hear this? Here I am, just talking with my friends, when-
“NO POTT-hic-ER I WILL N-hic-OT GO OU-hic-t WITH Y-hic-OU!” To my embarrassment, he started to laugh.
“I’m sorry Lily, could you repeat yourself?”
“N-hic-O!” Evil hiccups!
“NO!-hic” The Annoying One, as opposed to being upset, merely laughed. I was ready to kill him.
I’m not very strong, but apparently when I’m angry…well. Do I need to explain more than that?
“Ow…” The Annoying One whimpered.
“Suck it up,” Marlene told him.
Sometimes, friends rule.
On this day, November the 28th, in the 1975th year since the birth of our lord Jesus Christ, I make an entry.
I was bored.
So sue me.
Hogsmeade tomorrow! And for once, The Annoying One has stopped asking.
It’s a miracle!
“Lily! That creepy Slytherin kid is coming over here! Are we obligated to stick around?” Mary whispered into my ear, at breakfast. I sighed.
“Fine, scram, you ungrateful ingrates.” All three of them ran for it.
I just don’t get it. Sev’s perfectly courteous, even to me, the Muggleborn.
“Good morning Lily,” he said, sliding into a seat next to me.
“Morning Sev!” I said brightly. “Toast?” He shook his head jerkily. “Your loss.”
“Have you seen that first Quidditch game is coming up?” He said it funny, as if he had meant to say something else. Sev hates Quidditch.
“Yes,” I replied, my face twisting a bit. The Annoying One plays Quidditch.
“Oh,” he said nodding. He was rocking slightly on the bench. Back and forth, back and forth, as if he was standing at the edge of a cliff and deciding whether or not to jump.
“Lily?” I looked up from my toast. “WillyougotoHogsmeadewithme?”
OK, I was officially shocked. And it takes quite a bit to faze me.
“Whaaat?” Severus apparently does not flush like other people. His cheeks were an odd sort of purply colour. “Oh God Sev- I-”
“Its OK,” he mumbled. I’d planned to let him down easy, but seeing his face…
“I’d love to go with you!” I said. I watched his face light up, and wondered if I was making a huge mistake.
I’m pretty sure I was.
“You agreed to what now?” Marlene asked, her voice bordering on hysteria.
“I said I’d go with Sev to Hogsmeade,” I muttered, carefully observing the floor of the dorm.
“With Snape? Lils, he’s a Sly-”
“I know!” I snapped. “I get it, OK? Any-way, I’m sure he just meant for us to go as friends.” A pleading tone slipped into my voice. Marlene crossed her arms.
“Uh uh. He means as a date and you know it.” Marlene is annoying when she’s right. I groaned, and let my head slip into my hands.
“Well what can I do?”
“Just tell him you changed your mind,” Mary said, as if it should be simple.
“That won’t work,” Emmy countered sensibly. “You’ll just have to go with him, Lily.”
It’s strange how those few words made the bottom of my stomach drop out.
“You look fantabulous,” Marlene stated. “Too bad it’s for a Slytherin…”
“Give it a rest, Mar,” Emmy said, toying with her mascara.
“I will not give it a rest. She’s going to Hogsmeade with a Slytherin!”
“And you are over-reacting!” Mary said. “She’s going with him. Get over it.”
“Who’re you all going with then?” I asked. Mary blushed.
“Liam,” she said faintly.
“David,” Emmy said in a would-be bored voice.
“No one,” Marlene added miserably.
“Oh I’m sorry Mar…”
“Ugh, this reeks!” She frowned into her pillow.
“Maybe you could go with Black?” Mary suggested.
“No, he’s already got a date.” I sighed sympathetically, then turned to my diary. Opening it to my latest entry, I was horrified with what I saw.
You are crazy. Stop calling James The Annoying One, or I’m going to show this to him.
A/N: Any ideas on how Remus keeps getting the diary? And how about what’s going to happen on Sev+Lily’s date? Hmm…Sily…Lev…Severly…
Tell me your favorite, lol! Oh, and Liam is the guy Mary dated before, just to clear that up =D
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