Lily Evans Potter

( Private to Marauders )

( Private to the Marauders )

I think I should write my sister a letter. Though I would obviously have to send it to her the muggle way so she doesn't freak out when an owl lands on her breakfast table.

( Private to Marlene )

By a sheer bit of luck, James and I have managed to make Ice Whiskey. His idea, definitely not mine, though he conned me into doing most of the work, the fiend. Either way, it's a concoction made out of ice cream, ice, and firewhiskey. It has a very, very strong flavour, but I suppose it's appealing if you like firewhiskey and ice cream together. Remus, we even made a chocolate flavour for you. James says it's something he's going to put in his mysterious pub once things finally settle down. Sirius, he even says that you know about this pub of his - that the two of you will be running it together?

( Private to Marlene )

I'm heading to Diagon Alley later today to pick up some essentials. I'm down to the last bit of ink in my inkpot, so it the colour starts draining, that's why. Perhaps a new quill would be nice, but I know I definitely need some potion supplies. Then, after that, I'm heading to the market to get groceries.

Does anyone want to join me? There will be sweets involved if you do.

( Private to James )

Remind me to never do that again. No matter how many times I say I will be fine in the morning, don't ever let me down that many drinks so long as I live.

( Private to Marlene )

( private )

( Private to James - Sirius, Remus, and Peter can read )

It's been awhile since I've gone off with a friend or acquaintance like tonight without having the husband in tow. It should be fun.

I tried to cancel our subscription to the Daily Prophet since most of what I read there anyway is usually something I've already heard before picking it up, but James wouldn't let me. He said we need our subscription and that it was un-wizard-otic not to subscribe to it, whatever that's supposed to mean. So, instead, I've subscribed to the Quibbler. It's a new paper, I think, and from the looks of it, it's absolutely ridiculous which means I love it. It's full of stories that make absolutely no sense and make me laugh, so it's a perfect paper to have lying around in the living room.

( Private to Friends Only )

I gave in. I kissed him. I have no regrets.

I can't believe I've failed to use these journal things as a means of announcing things like the upcoming Prefects meeting. So, all prefects, there will be a meeting this Thursday in our usual classroom. We'll be discussing the upcoming Hogsmeade trip on 9 February and our plans for Valentines Day. James and I have come up with several ideas for what we can do on Valentines Day and we're excited to discuss them with you. Hopefully there won't be too much pink floating around the castle.

There, now that that announcement is made, I shouldn't have to hunt everyone down and tell them personally. There are signs in the common rooms, but I have a sneaking suspicion that not everyone sees them there anyway. Ours is always covered up by Quidditch announcements and other less important announcements.

Oh, Mary, while it's on my mind, did you ever retrieve your cat from Peter? I saw him earlier, but I didn't see any cat trailing behind him so I thought I should make sure.

( Private to Self )

Where are one's friends when one desperately needs a distraction? Homework has been finished for hours and I'm listlessly sitting here in the common room watching several second years play a game of exploding snaps. Though they're making a bit of noise, I can't bring myself to interrupt their fun because, ironically, I'm enjoying watching it.

( It is at the edge of a petal that love awaits )