<3 Today has been one of those amazing days where all the little things have made me smile. Like when I saw some family friends snowballing with their dad. And when I saw my Dad this morning and tried to help him cook lunch. And when I talked to a friend I don't speak to often. And when I remembered the time when I talked to my friend for seven hours straight. It's days like these that make me realise how much I love the people around me and that there's always something good if you look for it. How Disney did that sound? I do love being in this mood though.

25. Long_Lost_Fancfic Bet you didn't think you'd see any of this story again. I'm rubbish at writing. I apologise. I woke up with a raging headache on boxing day. Melissa was still out cold so I decided to brave a peek at the photos on the camera. Let's just say I really hoped they wouldn't find their way to the outside world. And I didn't know how to delete them. I didn't want to think about what Sirius's face would look like if he were to see them... I hastily got dressed and was about to go back to my dorm when I remembered the Marauders had taken it over and I wasn't sure what I'd find there. So I was basically stuck with no clean clothes. I supposed it could be worse. No one was up yet and I was feeling really fidgety so I went down to the prefect bathroom for a swim. I hoped I could relax and to some extent I did until after half an hour I heard someone come in. I thanked my lucky stars that I'd borrowed Lissa's swimming cozzie then looked to see who'd interrupted me. I instantly wished I hadn't. 'Lily?' Um... You probably want to hide or go-' 'Snape? Anyone there?' Crap. Death Eaters. He shot me a shifty glance, trying to work out what response would keep me out of trouble. I quickly scrambled out of the pool/bath and hastily pulled my robes on and quickly cast a disillusionment charm on myself before stopping to breath. 'No. There isn't. Can we get on now?' he made his voice sound impatient. I secretly marvelled at how he'd found the only way of saying that that wouldn't have warranted a search. Even so, I was glad I'd disillusionment charmed myself because I thought I saw someone peering inside all the same. I cast a drying charm to avoid the awkward wet patches that were inevitable when wearing clothes over a wet cozzie. My mind was working tirelessly all the way up to the Gryffindor common room (I didn't want to know what I might find in mine). What were they doing? Was it something to do with the Longbottoms? Or was it something else entirely? I looked around the trashed room then decided to brave the heads' common room seeing as it was either Sirius or Alice that I needed to speak to right now and, given recent events, I wasn't quite sure I wanted to find Alice at the minute. I opened the portrait hole to find... A complete and utter bomb hole. How did they do that in one night? Peter was wedged under a table, Remus was nodding in a chair and James and Sirius seemed to be propped against each other amidst what appeared to be a mountain of Rosmerta's mead and cheap Firewhiskey bottles. The mess had started a headache and I thought it might be too much to hope that their crap hadn't spread past my door but when I peeked inside, it did seem to be as tidy as normal. I gently shook Sirius' shoulder. Let me tell you, he takes a hell of a lot of waking up. One bucket of water and two soaking Marauders later, I'd succeeded in waking both Sirius AND James. I supposed that if I didn't mention the Longbottoms then I could tell James all of this. 'But Lily, these are Death Eaters we're talking about. They're always up to something but it's not worth noting. They'll just be writing on a wall or something.' said James, still slightly stung that I chucked water over him. 'I don't think so. Why would they be so sneaky? Every once in a while they will do something worth noting. And then we'll regret not doing anything about it sooner.' I was trying to subtly hint to Sirius that this might be the same as the Longbottoms plan. 'Who was involved?' asked Sirius. 'Umm, Severus was. I'm not sure about the others, maybe - is it Rabastan? The younger Lestrange. I don't know though... Oh, I think it might have been Crabbe...' 'Well they don't seem to be the usual culprits. It's probably not that big but you're probably right: it's worth looking into.' Yes I know it's not long and seems unfinished. I'm rubbish at this ATM as you might have guessed. Apologies.

2012 Eating all the chocolates in my advent calendar in preparation for the end of the world.

#life Is Fab The hilarious moment when you manage to get your friend to say 'With kinky scars all over his body' just when someone is walking past. @Noonington

Thank You. Five years. It had been five years to the day since you told me you loved me. That thought was what filled my sentimental mind as I stared into your warm, loving, perfect brown eyes in that moment. We stood, content in each other's arms in the middle of the wooden floor, surrounded by chairs and tables. We both knew this was the place, it was perfect in every way, just like us. As if on que, a song came on. Do you remember that song? I do. It was our song. Before we were 'us', back when we were just friends. The song we sang together. Together. We swayed on the spot for a bit, feeling the music, and began to dance. Just stepping and twirling; you were never that good, but it was perfect, wasn't it? We were perfect. My eyes welled up with emotion. It was really happening for me. Everything I'd ever dreamed of. The only thing I'd been afraid I wouldn't get. I closed my eyes and leant on your shoulder. You were always so warm, so steady. Now, three years on, I'm staring out the window of a rented flat. We'd had our big, white wedding. It had been perfect. Until two months ago. Until her. I suppose I understand. She was prettier than me, livelier than me. I know now that I was a fool to believe in you. To believe that you'd settle for little old me. All I have is the relief that you hadn't wanted the child. What would we have done with an innocent toddler, confused at the rift between their parents? In the end all I can say is thank you. Thank you for ensuring I'll never be naïve enough to believe again.