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[Jan. 9th, 1977|12:39 am] |
I like Quidditch. (Good game, James! Don't the rest of you think he played just fabulously?)
But I think Exploding Snap is more fun, personally. (Hint, hint, hint.)
And I should be in bed by now. (Too bad I can't sleep.) |
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[Dec. 16th, 1976|04:31 pm] |
Today started quite differently than yesterday. I'm trying to make up my mind which I liked best. (I switched off my brain when I woke up this morning. Now I haven't got to think about anything. It's quite lovely.)
Mrs Potter let me bake more cookies with her, on the condition that I not eat them all, as I did last time. This means that I'm sitting here, staring at plates and plates of Christmas cookies, and I can't eat a one of them. How perfectly unfortunate.
I'm bored, dear. |
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[Dec. 15th, 1976|02:52 am] |
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I think eating all those cookies has made me ill. Wish I had some more right now, though; I could use a bit of a snack. |
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[Dec. 14th, 1976|01:51 pm] |
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So it turns out I'm spending Christmas with the Potters after all. (Should make certain people happy to know they were right. Unfortunately.) This, of course, is not actually quite as interesting as it sounds. Much as I love James's parents, it's all very... boringly Christmas-y. I mean, these people actually do normal Christmas-y things. I'm not used to this kind of abuse.
James is bugging me. He's refused to play Exploding Snap with me. At all.
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Could be worse, I guess. Seriously, it could be much, much worse. I could still be at my parents' house for Christmas. Or I could be at Hogwarts refusing to go to my parents' house for Christmas. Neither experience was ever particularly pleasant.
On the other hand, I could be at Hogwarts playing Exploding Snap with Lily Evans. Which is distinctly fun. Except that's why James has been so "woe woe is me woe" lately, and I don't like it when he's refusing to speak with me or being mopey or even just unobtrusively pitying himself. I can't believe I made that comment about her hands. I didn't mean to; I didn't even realise I was thinking it. I shouldn't be doing things like that. I can't let myself get carried away just because now she's friendly back. Even if I am starting to understand a little bit why James hasn't given up on her yet. She can be very nice when she wants to be. And she does play a very good game of Exploding Snap. I almost wish
Stop it, Sirius.
Be grateful, Sirius.
Here you have James, Sirius.
You don't actually want anything else, Sirius.
Especially not a game of Exploding Snap with your best friend's girl.
This is James, Sirius. Whatever you do, don't forget it's James. Don't forget you're grateful to James. Don't forget who it is that makes things fun. Don't forget it's bloody James, Sirius.
Lily Evans may play Exploding Snap and be nice to you sometimes and have to spend Christmas all by herself, but she's still a girl -- James's girl -- and she's still not your best mate. You don't do things because of girls. You didn't really want to spend Christmas at the castle. You're glad James dragged you home with him. Be grateful, Sirius.
You're grateful, Sirius.
Right. Now, go do something fun and stop talking to yourself, you idiot.
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I think I'll go see if Mrs Potter still wants to let me help her bake cookies. I've never made Christmas cookies before. |
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[Dec. 10th, 1976|07:31 pm] |
Today -- in addition to being the last day of classes this term; three cheers! -- shall henceforth be remembered as the day when I introduced Lily Evans to her first Sirius Experience (patented, of course). Amazing that such a worthy rival never crossed my card-gaming path before. Also, I think it's amusing that so many people think I cheat at exploding snap, since I don't actually cheat. Much, anyway. And never anything big.
S. Black:
1
L. Evans:
1
Nice and even, that.
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This exploding snap business has provided me with a wonderful opportunity. (I mean, in attention to giving me someone to play besides James, who I am getting tired of beating.) If I convince James to be referee -- which I'm sure I can do, since it's James -- and I keep playing snap with Evans... Oh, James will love me for this, eventually. I am so clever.
Yes, yes.
Oh, I am so clever!
Now I guess I ought to go try a bit harder to convince James that I'm clever. He's still pointedly not glaring at me. Tetchy bloke. It was just exploding snap!
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