The Diary of Lily Evans

Dear Diary,

This feels really weird. I mean, I'm just thinking what I want to say and the quill is moving along by itself. It's freaky. But handy, because my hand won't ache now. I hate to say this, but Jam Potter is not bad at giving presents.

Wait, did I just compliment Potter?!

I think I'm going mad.

Okay... I am going mad.

Aaargh! If this goes on any longer I shall pull out all of my hair and then I'll be bald and I'll have to wear a baseball cap.

I think this diary, this scarlet quill and this bloody bright gold ink is driving me mad.

JAMES POTTER, I HATE YOU!!!

Um... alright, so earlier I had my birthday party. All my Muggle relatives came over, and my best friends Alice Hart and Cherilyn Fanrae came too. It was really fun; normally we buy a cake but this time Mum baked one, and personally I think it was better than any creamy store-bought confection. And there were loads of dishes, including my beloved pasta, of course. Then later Mum and Dad decided to bring out the home videos. Oh, the horror! Cherilyn and Alice will never let me forget that on my fifth birthday I decided to do a victory dance on the chair after finally blowing ut the last candle, and ended up falling head-first into the cake. Petunia was smirking throughout the whole thing. I bet she was the one who put the idea of the home videos into Mum's head.

Anyway, I managed to get my parents to agree to letting me have Cheryl and Alice over for a sleepover the day after tomorrow. Unfortunately this means that I will have to clean up my room - it's a complete mess, I had to close the door and make sure no-one entered it during the party. If they had they probably wouldn't have been seen again. It's not that I don't want to fold my clothes and put them away, I just can't get to the wardrobe unless I keep a first-aid kit handy. I really have to get rid of some stuff... Hey, maybe I can rope Cheryl and Alice into helping me clean up and have a yard sale or something! No, they'd never agree... Alice has a house-elf to clean up her room, the lucky girl. Maybe I can borrow Tinky for a day.

Oh yes, I got absolutely wonderful presents! Cheryl and Alice both shared the cost of a makeup set for me. It's lovely... it has countless shades of eyeshadow, with some plain shades and some glittery shades, foundation, blusher, lipsticks, and basically everything I'd need to look like I'm going to meet the Queen or someone like that. Mum and Dad gave me a lovely gold locket, with a curly 'L' engraved on the front, on a necklace. It's still empty, because I'm not sure whose photo to put in it. And guess what Petunia got me? You guessed it - nothing, unless you count a scowl. My Great-Aunt Enid gave me a neon pink sweater that's two sizes two small! She's really awful at giving presents; last year for some reason, she gave me a clockwork Minnie Mouse toy! Is that the sort of present you give a 16-year-old girl?! When I was 14 she gave me a cheap plastic cookery set that she probably won in a Lucky Draw. She needs to take lessons from Potter; last year he sent me a beautiful silver bracelet with real emeralds set in it. I never wore it, but still...

I can't believe I just said that. I hate this Truth Ink! Whatever I think shows up on paper. Next time I see Potter I'll kill him by kissi -

I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST THOUGHT THAT!

I think I'd better stop writing now.