My name is Lily Evans, I am a 16 and a half year old witch who is being constantly pestered by a boy called James Potter.

I hate him.

No.

I despise him.

I set eyes on him and I cringe.

But he doesn’t get that fact that I despise him.

No.

He thinks I love him.

I mean, that’s just gross.

Although I think he loves me because one of my best friends happens to be going out with Pothead’s best friend and she says that whenever she sits with the bloody ‘Marauders’ that all Pothead talks about is me.

Why me?

Why couldn’t he go and be obsessed with Lidia?

He’s been asking me out since before Lidia and Black got together.

Although Lidia was custom made for Black and Black was always staring and drooling at her before he even bothered to ask her out.

Then, why not Hestia?

Oh probably because she’s such a princess but Pothead doesn’t know that I am too.

When I say that Pothead’s obsessed with me, I mean it.

On Valentine’s Day this year I had like three trunks of Valentines from that bloody Pothead.

I mean he is sooooo full of himself.

He jinxes people just because he can and he constantly messes up his hair so he looks like he has just got off a broomstick.

I would love to put a hurling hex on his bloody broom.

He constantly tries to help me with my Transfiguration homework.

Why?

Why me?

Life is just so unfair.

One day in the near future I will make a list of the things I hate about him and a list of what I do like about him, the latter list will probably be empty.

Seeing as this is my new diary, I shall write once a week.

I am not much of a writer.

I shall write next Friday seeing as this is a Friday.

I shall write every Friday.

Lily.