Lily Evans

( Lily Evans )

Ruffles, sequins and frills, oh my! (Not to mention the headdress made of actual flowers.)

In less than two weeks, I will be dead. The cause: humiliation and shame.

At least I won't have to do that Herbology project that's due in January...

Grady, Frank, you boys play nice now! Dull-witted goat-herd girl Audrey commands it!

James got cupcakes for the Halloween party. Unfair! I want cupcakes! Or any sort of baked good, really, I'm not fussy.

Okay... GO!

My hair looks like bagels, but I have a ray gun so if anyone laughs there will be zaps!

Okay. I let a few days pass before I asked because I didn't want to sound like a strict Head Girl, but would anyone like to explain to me why two grown men were locked in a cupboard together?

I made so many Pepper-Up potions today for Madam Pomfrey that I fear I will smell of Peppermint forever. Not the worst complaint, I think. Must be that time of year again!

PRIVATE TO SELF

I know I have friends. I have a few very close friends, some good friends, and several people who I get along with brilliantly, and even more that.

But I don't have a best friend. Not any more. I know I was right to tell him that we were done being friends, but that doesn't stop me missing him. This Summer was easy because I wasn't at home all the time and I could avoid our usual hangouts, but now we're here, and we're in so many of the same classes, and it bloody well hurts to know that my best friend - ex best friend - hates people like me without realizing that in doing that, he hates me too.

I hate that I miss him.

END WARD

I don't know about you, but I think the glitter on the portraits in Gryffindor Tower makes them look a bit nicer. Almost festive. I suppose we all know who to thank for that little arts and craft session.

Ugh, gag me with a spoon! I had totally psyched myself up for McGonagall's "Hit the Ground Running" speech, but I don't think that anything could prepare you for this much homework. I think I should just sneak a sleeping bag into the library...

ONE WEEK. Seven days, and it cannot come soon enough.

I think I'm losing my mind.

29 days to start of term.

Today was supposed to be Vernon's last day with us. Seriously, his name is Vernon. That alone should give you a picture of what he's like. Anyway, he was supposed to be leaving, but my parents have now decided that we're going to visit my grandparents for a few days so they can meet him.

I'M GOING CRAZY. I love my nan and pop but I really won't enjoy being at their house with these two with us. It's going to be a long journey. I asked if I could apparate there, but nooo, so I have to suffer a car journey sat beside them in the back seat. He'll take up half of it.

... That's mean. But it's true.

36 days to the start of term. I wouldn't be surprised if I'm the only person in Hogwarts who is dying to go back. My sister just got engaged and her fat lazy oaf fiancée is staying with us for the week so our parents can get to know him better. He's so... smarmy. I think my parents are buying into his simpering attitude and impressed by his job and all that, but I see the way he looks at me and I've a feeling Tuney Petunia might have told him that I'm a Witch... although, I don't think she would be allowed to do that, would she? Maybe she just told him I'm weird. Whatever it is, I feel unwelcome in my own house.

So. 36 days and counting.