The Extremely Private Communal Notebook

Dear Moony, Wormtail, and Padfoot:

Heeheehee...Herbology Charms What class were we in, again? Well, whatever it was, it was much more interesting drunk!

Wormtail, get a move on. We'll ask out Evans and her friend tomorrow.

Moony, thank you for speaking to Lily for me. I'll ask her out after to you have a chance to talk to her. We love hanging out with ya, Moony, so no need to be thanking us.

Padfoot, that was so funny, you falling down the ladder from the Divination classroom! Going to class drunk is fun, huh? Yes, this should definitely be a monthly thing.

Excuse me, but I have a hangover to nurse.

Yours in headaches,

Prongs

Dear Moony, Padfoot, and Prongs:

I HAVE A DATE WITH CINDY DICKENS FOR THE NEXT HOGSMEADE WEEKEND!

Thank you SO MUCH, Prongs! Oh, and I'm sorry about Lily. I know you really like her. Don't get so tore up about it, mate. Another girl will come along and gladly let you sweep her off her feet...I think. I'm not so good with the ladies. Except Cindy. I'm great with her. I HAVE A DATE!!!!

Moony, glad you enjoyed the full moon. Also glad you liked the booze up.

Padfoot, yeah it should be a monthly thing. Booze is always appreciated, and having it be a monthly gathering only makes the sun shine brighter. Whoo-hoo! Oh, and thank you for protecting me from McGonagall. That woman gives me the creeps.

Yours in happiness,

Wormtail

Dear Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs:

Well, first off, no monthly wiskey-fests! My head hurt for a day and a half! But it was kind of fun, wasn't it? But still...no more! I'm a prefect after all, and I have duties and honor to uphold!

Wormtail, congrats on the date. I'm sure you and Cindy will have a lovely time.

Prongs, it was Transfiguration and Minerva yelled at me after class because of your antics. Said I should learn to control my friends better. Oh, the shame! If I didn't feel sorry for you at the moment, I'd hex you into oblivion. As is, I'm sorry Lily turned you down. Maybe next time, eh?

Padfoot, I do not have naughty dreams about Minerva. Sorry I missed seeing you fall down the Divination ladder. For the last time, THERE IS NO STICK EVEN IN THE VICINITY OF MY ARSE!

Okay, well, time for some History of Magic homework.

Yours with a stick-free arse,

Moony

Dear Moony, Wormtail, and Prongs:

My arse hurts. Falling down that ladder hurt. Quit reading over my shoulder and snickering, Wormtail!

Prongs, uh, I'm sorry about Evans. Um, better luck next time? Sorry, I'm not sure what to say. Hey, maybe you can ask out Sherry Johansen? She seems to like you...Sorry.

Moony, of course your arse is stick-free at the moment. Full moon's not for 26 more days. I give it 21 before you become panicky again.

Well, I'm off to ice my bum again.

Yours in soreness,

Padfoot