The Seldom Used Journal of Sirius Black
May 10, 1975
Utterly bored. It's utterly ludicrous in fact. Peter's got a date. Yes, I know, 'unbelievable!' I hear you cry, journal. But it's true! He swanned out of the dorm about twenty minutes ago with the biggest, ugliest smug look smacked on his round little face. I know I shouldn't be so terrible about him, it's not his fault he looks like the back end of a Hippogriff.
It completely messes up the order of things, him skipping off to endulge in romantic.. activities. Whilst I sit here, writing about how pathetic I am whilst being entirely pathetic. I don't have a date. Admittedly, I could if I wanted to. I know what you're thinking, journal and I have to be honest.. I am a stud.
James and Remus went off to the library with some excuse about 'research'. I suspect James convinced Remus to go because he saw Lily Evans heading there after breakfast, not that Remus ever needs convincing to go to the library. I'm surprised he hasn't just married it yet. Bookworm.
Sigh. I've run out of dungbombs again. I used the last of them on Tuesday in Charms when Snape was being a complete swot and showing up the class with his usual 'I'm-Clearly-Amazing' attitude. I'm surpised he can even see his wand with that enormous trunk of his. Whilst everyone was preoocupied with Snape's perfomance, I snuck a few onto his chair whilst he was stood up. The smell was horrendous of course, but it was worth it to see the look on his face. Totally livid. Haha! Remus thinks I ought to grow up but I think he's just old before his time.
I caught him in the common room yesterday evening. He was sat in the arm chair closest to the fire, head buried in the Daily Prophet, one leg crossed over the other wearing the most tatty, old wizard slippers I have ever seen. I enlightened him with this fact but he simply looked down at them with adoring pride. What's happening to the Marauders? I blame puperty and the influence of too many chats with Professor Slughorn. Remus may be awful at Potions but Sluggers' has also taken a shine to our little Moony. Must be the love for tweed.
I should probably get on with this Transfiguration essay, but my stomach's growling. Maybe a trip to the kitchens is in order..