Saturday
November 22, 1977
The Three Broomsticks
Ahh. Hogsmeade Weekend. What a blessed time of the year.
Whenever a Hogsmeade Weekend rolls around it gives me time to pretend that I don't actually have any NEWTs to study for and that I am in fact just an average witch, walking around an average wizarding village. With a sneezing best friend who is pretending she's not sick.
Before we left Hogwarts this morning Lottie tried to convince Lily to go see Pomfrey and make use of the wonder that is Pepper-Up Potion. I won't besmirch the pages of my beautiful diary by writing Lily's response in full, but it definitely had something to do with not being able to snog Potter with smoke coming out of her ears. Disgraceful.
We left pretty early because Lottie and I wanted to spend time with Lily before she met up with Potter at lunch (I know; the AUDACITY). I thankfully refilled my stash of fizzing whizzbees and Lily sneezed on three second-year Hufflepuffs which caused a slight kerfuffle, but nothing to be too concerned about.
Of course, Lily and Potter decided that they wanted to meet up 'early' so it's not even eleven yet and Lottie and I are sitting on our lonesome, sipping on butterbeer. What kind of best friend ditches you for their boyfriend, I ask you? A mediocre one, that's what.
At least Lottie won't leave me.
Oh Merlin. To make matters even worse, here comes Sirius Black, trotting along like the half-witted trollop he is, probably waiting to meet up with his most recent snog. Oh wait, no, he's coming over here. This is the far worse option.
After a quick scan of the Three Broomsticks I unfortunately have deduced that there is no suitable snogging material around and that I cannot distract him with another woman. Oh, cheese and crackers - Lottie's waving him over!
"What are you doing?" I hiss at her.
"Being nice, Eva." She raises an eyebrow. "Now move over so he can sit down."
I mutter something rude under my breath and hope that she doesn't hear me as I reluctantly slide down the bench seat. Ooof. From the sharp pain in my ankle I can assume that I was wrong to bet against her hearing.
"Evelyn, Charlotte, what brings you two here on this fine Saturday?" asks Black as he plonks himself down beside me.
"Lily's left us for James, so we're plotting their sudden and immediate demise," says Lottie.
"Tell me about it," Black grumbles, "I had expected this trip to Hogsmeade to be rather exciting, but alas, Prongs is off with Evans and Moony's forcing Wormy to study for our History of Magic test. I too, am all on my lonesome."
"Oh?" asks Lottie, with a quick glance in my direction and a somewhat alarming glint in her eye. "That's too bad, Sirius. Looks like you might be forced to spend the day with us then."
"Well if you insist," he grins, poking me in the shoulder. "Don't look so sour about it, Evelyn. I promise I won't turn your ears green."
I'm not sour.
"Yes you are," he says.
"Stop reading my diary, Black."
"I can't help it if you choose not to bear your heart and soul to me and I have to try and hold onto a fleeting glance into your diary just so that I can feel closer to you!" he sighs dramatically.
"I just remembered," says Lottie, standing up suddenly, "I have a thing. I'm going to have to leave you two, I'm terribly sorry."
"What thing?" I ask. She never mentioned a thing.
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