Lily Luna Potter

There's exactly twenty days until I turn twenty-five. Bloody old

I like fiction novels, non-chocolate sweets, and the color yellow. And I wear a size eight shoe and a small in sweaters. I just thought I'd put that out there.

Has anyone seen either of my brothers lately? They're supposed to be the older, responsible ones, and yet I can't find them anywhere. They answer to James Sirius and Albus Severus, by the way.

[Private to Barty Jr.]
Er Would you like to join me for dinner one day this week?
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This place is absolutely nutters. But somehow, after nearly a year of being on board, it strangely feels like home.

MY LEGS!

I must look like an old lady by now, my fingers were pruned the first day in the pool alone. And I can barely write, my hair is a wet, tangled mess. I see my mum's handwritting in the journals, rambling on about a brother she most certainly does not have and having to research things in a lab. And I think my dad is a girl. Or he thinks he is. I have no idea where my brothers are! All I have is Barty the frog. Well, sometimes he's here Or Hugo! Or any of my other cousins.

I don't know why I still know who I am, everyone else has seemed to have lost their mind. All though I'm starting to even doubt that. I have been developing habits and thoughts that are very un-Lily-ish. Such as craving seafood, excessive daydreaming, and sleeping on the bottom of the pool. Even singing!

I am officially insane. And half fish.

[page is smeared with water splotches]

..........

If anyone needs me, I'll be at in the pool until further notice.

You meet the strangest people on this ship. And I don't know what to make of any of them. You're not even expecting it, and you find them lurking the dark shadows of the ship or the always ominous non-fiction section of the library Is this why we were dragged and left to be stuck in this place? To meet these people? I don't understand. Though, I'm starting to lean towards that we were brought here to become someone we were never meant to be, to be given a second chance in some cases.

Oh, and my Halloween costume? What if I wear a tank top instead of shells? They make the costume a bit too...revealing. I don't need to impress anyone and half the ship is my family. They don't to see all that.

Would it be too much if I was a mermaid for Halloween? Since I have red hair and I love that movie, it seemed like an obvious choice. And a tad daring. Now if I can work on looking decent in a bathing suit top.

Mum? Dad? James? Albus? You all still here? I haven't heard from any of you in a long time.

Remember when I said I didn't want a dog because I didn't want my things all chewed up? Apparently bunnies are capable of the same crime. I let Harvey out to explore around my bed and now my sheets have holes. Maybe I should give him more carrots to nibble instead of cotton.

Anyone have a brilliant Halloween costume yet? I need some ideas.

( What I picked up at the petshop yesterday. )

Everyone, meet Harvey. You can all see him, right? I decided he was too small to be a General Woundwort, and not spooky enough to be a Frank. And Peter was too cliché for a rabbit, don't you think?

Also? I'm an idiot.

That's it. I, Lily Potter, am caving in and getting a pet. I'm lonely and bored as you're all off with your significant others doing who knows what all the time

But I will be getting one of the caged or tanked variety, mind you. I don't want something shedding all all over my sheets. And eating my books and shoes.

[Private to Roxanne]
How's the whole bloke thing going? Sorry I haven't spoken to you lately about it.

[Private to James and Albus]
What the flying Why is our grandmother marrying Severus Snape? I must've missed the memo that they were even together. I don't exactly have a problem with him, but what exactly does this mean? I know Mum and Dad weren't together, but at least they weren't marrying something else here…are we sure that what happens here doesn't effect our being? I would be very mad if I looked down to see my fingers starting to disappear, then the rest of me, then poof! Are you two going to the wedding? I don't even know what to say.

[Private to Rox and Rosie]
My grandmother is marrying someone here. And it's not my eldest brother's namesake, it's my others. My gran is marrying Snape. Please tell me I shouldn't be freaking out about this and convince me to attend their wedding, please?

[Private to Hugo]
I need to talk. Or vent off some stress on those video games of yours. I'll bring ice cream, I swear.
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I am so very confused. I should stop finding this feeling surprising while I'm here.

Lysander and Lorcan's birthdays were a few days ago, so there's going to be a small party tonight. If you want to come, let me know. I'm thinking we could meet at the ice cream parlor, we were thinking of having ice cream and cupcakes. Too bad there isn't a cupcake parlor.

[edited in after]: And there will be cupcake milkshakes served. Lysander says they're delicious. I don't know whether I'm more intrigued or repulsed at the idea.

More and more people I know have been coming aboard lately. And with the ship returning, things are picking up. I'm putting that awful island behind me. And I've been looking in the shops to replace the half of my belongings I lost in that stupid bloody volcano explosion.

I may not be very much in to cosmetics, or have the patience for them, but I've always enjoyed painting my nails. And since I've had loads of free time here, I think I've been repainting them up to twice a week. It's also actually a convenient diet plan, it keeps my fingers out of the chip bags as they dry Perhaps if when I get back to my own time, I'll quit the Prophet and enroll in one of those muggle cosmotological cosmetical beauty schools and earn a degree in nail art. Mum, Dad: you two wouldn't mind if your relatively bright and only daughter traded in her quill for a nail polish brush, would you?

Kidding! I'm just in a random rambling mood. Who wants to hang out? I'm tired of sitting alone in my room all day! I'll give you a manicure. And cupcakes.

If anyone needs me, I'll be in my room until further notice. You have no idea how much I've missed food that didn't come from a tree or the ocean, the telly, an air-cooling system, and my clean bed. Plus a large list of other things.

I still miss my magic, but I suppose we can't have everything.

I am so bored, now do I understand why parents take away their unruly children's belongings. There's only so many things one can do with sand to entertain themselves. I've built sandcastles, drawn with a stick in the sand, I even attempted a sand angel.

And I don't even have any shampoo to properly wash all the sand out of my hair.

Hey Roxy and James: What have you two been up to? You always seem to have something entertaining going on. At least, something better than sitting around and moping.

Contrary to what other members of my family may believe, that wasn't brill in any sort of the idea. What if it happens again? And the entire island is covered in lava? My wand won't even emit a spark in case it does once more, let alone help me cook up more food. So either way I look at it, I'm doomed.

And I can't stop sneezing. Can one be allergic to ash?

Is everyone okay?

Where is everyone? I hardly see anyone anymore. It's making me depressed and a sad Lilyflower. Yes, I'm mainly looking in your general direction when I say this, Hugo.

And I'm about to run out of food. Is anyone organizing some sort of plan? You know, to feed everyone and whatnot?

Oh, and in other news! Alby is here! Finally!

Has anyone tried Accio-ing any of their belongings off of the ship?

I never thought I'd see myself writing this, but I want the ship to come back. The island is perfect, but I don't like being marooned.

At least I got my things off the ship days ago. Like my supply of snacks, which you're all going to come swipe now.

And here I thought I was talking crazy last night when I said how wonderful it would be to wake up and find ourselves docked at the island. But, look! We’ve stopped moving! I was never much of one for beaches; I’d rather vacation in Italy or Germany, more so that Hawaii or the Caribbean, but anyplace is better than this ship. As soon as I close this journal, I’m heading down there and not planning on looking back.

So, who wants to go down and explore with me? I don’t plan on going alone, you know. Dad, I guess this means we're having a picnic lunch!

I’m so happy right now, you’d think it was Christmas.