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Tuesday 3rd September

Great Hall

Remember what I said earlier about Sirius being an airhead? Yeah – not the case. He’s actually really, really clever. This, mixed with his evil streak, makes him the last person you want as an enemy. I should know.

We were on our way from History of Magic to Transfiguration, and I was chatting away to Lily and Alice about a load of nothing. I jumped about a foot in the air when Sirius sprung out at me from behind a suit of armor. He just sort of grinned at me, then turned on his heel and stalked off ahead of us. I just carried on walking and talking, until Lily stopped dead in her tracks, staring at me. I stopped walking too, and Alice, finding herself walking alone, turned to see where we had got to.

“Ugh – not AGAIN!” She exclaimed exasperatedly.

“What?” I asked, thoroughly confused. It was about then that I felt something hairy creeping down my face.

“C’mon,” Lily grabbed my arm and steered me roughly through the giggling crowd. I put a hand gingerly up to my forehead, but Lily grabbed it and pulled it back down. “Don’t touch it. God only knows what else Black did to it.”

I had no idea what ‘it’ was, but didn’t have to wait all that long to find out. Lily and Alice took me to a large room which had a hospital-y feel to it, and led me towards a rather plump woman. “Madam Pomfrey, I dunno what he did, but Black…” Alice gestured hopelessly at my face. I was beginning to get annoyed, when I spotted a large, simple mirror hanging upon the wall to my right. I looked at my reflection, and I swear to God, I felt my jaw drop several inches. My stupid, blonde, out-of-keeping-with-my-hair eyebrows were now about a foot long. They jutted straight out from my face, and made my entire forehead sag beneath their weight. And they were still growing. Even as I watched, they increased in length several inches.

“Oh my God!” I shrieked. “Do something!”

“Calm down, dear,” the woman called Madam Pomfrey said. She pushed down onto one of the beds lined up against the wall, and then turned to Lily and Alice. “You two – back to your class! Tell the teacher where the girl –”

“Melanie,” I interrupted.

“Where Melanie has got to. Run along now!” They scurried off somewhat reluctantly, and Madam Pomfrey turned back to me. “Close your eyes.” I did as she said, and one flash of light later, I opened them again. My eyebrows were back to normal.

“Thanks!” I said, immensely grateful, before hurrying off after Lily and Alice. I managed to catch up with them, and we resumed our conversation, much as though nothing had happened. I got the impression that this sort of thing was normal - tolerated, if not approved. Well, that’s just gonna have to change, isn’t it?


Thursday 5th September

Professor McGonagall’s Office

Oh no oh no oh no. I don’t know what to do – deep breaths. In. Out. In. Out. Breathe. Oh God. I’m dead. So very, very dead.

I’d better explain. Well, me and Lily – no, Lily and I, were on our way down to breakfast this morning. Alice wasn’t with us – she stayed up late last night, talking to Frank, and decided to skip breakfast so she could get more sleep. Anyway – yeah. We were in the Entrance Hall, when Black came up to us.

“What happened to your eyebrows?” he pouted.

Lily looked set to explode. “What the hell were you thinking? That was really dangerous, you know! I can’t believe that even you would do something like that, Black! That certainly wasn’t a Ministry approved spell – you could’ve killed her!”

“I was merely… Highlighting Parker’s most prominent feature.” He grinned, pleased with himself, while James and Peter, standing behind him, guffawed rather stupidly. Remus didn’t look too happy, though, but had clearly decided long ago to keep out of his friends’ - rather pointless - battles.

Lily looked, if possible, even more furious than before. “You have got to be the most worthless, arrogant, bullying prat I have even met!” James looked up hopefully. “Besides Potter, of course.” James looked back down. “I swear to God, Black, you were lucky there were no teachers around –”

“Even if there were,” Sirius cut in, his grin never having faltered. “What difference would it have made? Did you actually see me casting the spell, Evans?”

Lily looked nonplussed for a moment, before saying, “So? There are ways to tell what spells a wand has performed, Black.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow. “And if I didn’t use a wand?”

“If you didn’t use a wand, then I would be highly impressed. But not even you could manage that, regardless of however young you were when you mastered the art of animagiing.”

“Wh-what?” Sirius looked, for the first time, as though he had been hit over the head with a very large hammer. He shook his head a few times, like a dog trying to rid its ears of water, and shot nervous glances at his friends. James, I noticed, was carefully avoiding his gaze. Finally, it seemed, he managed to recollect himself. “I don’t know what you’re on about, Evans. I’m not an animagus. No doubt Prongsie’s been telling tales – trying to big himself up.” But Sirius’s smile was a little too forced, and his voice wavered ever so slightly.

Lily merely smiled sweetly. “Oh, Potter hasn’t been saying anything about himself. In fact –”

“Well, well, well. Look what we have here. A little lover’s spat. Expected more from you, Black.”

Everyone turned around to see a very tall, handsome boy with a sweep of sleek blonde hair. He was flanked by two large, muscly boys; a fourth boy with greasy black hair and a long hooked nose hovered nearby.

“What do you want, Malfoy?” Sirius spat.

“Oh, merely to observe. You don’t mind, do you?”

James then said something to Malfoy, which I won’t write down, but it wasn’t exactly complimentary.

The boy with the greasy hair spoke then, in a voice that was barely a whisper. “Mind your manners, Potter. Else not, we may just need to teach you a lesson.”

James laughed heartily, but stopped abruptly at the boy’s next words. “Think it’s funny, do you? Arrogant little pig! Can’t see why – I mean, you can’t even get a filthy little mudblood to go out with you –”

James took a step towards the boy, and, for the first time, he looked genuinely angry. He looked like he was about to start yelling. Well, let me tell you, yelling is no good. People just yell right back at you. Which is why I decided to take matters into my own hands. My right fist made hard, sudden contact with the boy’s jaw, and the next thing I knew, Professor McGonagall had appeared from nowhere and ordered me to her office. Which is where I am now. Awaiting my fate. I’m going to be expelled. I just know it.

LATER

Gryffindor Common Room

Well, I wasn’t expelled! Professor McGonagall came to her office, looked at me sternly, and said, “I’m disappointed in you, Parker. You’ve only been with us a few days, yet already you’re getting into fights.” I opened my mouth to object, but she held up a hand to silence me. “If it weren’t such a darn good punch, I would have a good mind to give you detention. As it is… well, how do you feel about Quidditch, Miss Parker?”

I was pretty taken aback. “Um… Well – my dad took me flying a couple of times, but I never actually played Quidditch.”

“Did your school not have a team?”

I shook my head. Quidditch isn’t very popular in Australia; the only reason I had heard of it was from my dad, who had been an excellent Beater in his day.

“But you can fly?”

“Well – I can stay in the air.” I said modestly, though even I had been surprised at my knack for it.

“Would you be interested in playing Beater?”

“Yes – of course!” I said quickly, eager to steer the conversation away from punching. Well, I did want to play. Beater sounds like the best position.

“Be down by the pitch tomorrow at eight o’clock for tryouts. I’m pretty sure I know who our new Beater’s going to be, though.” She actually smiled. Or maybe her mouth just twitched. Whatever. I didn’t get expelled! Woo! I’m going to bed now – must rest up for tryouts!

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