…I actually felt that he thought highly of me. Maybe he really does. Did. After that meeting, I’m guessing he doesn’t feel so confident about me anymore. Gosh. I feel crappy now. He probably despises me now.

It’s weird. I’ve always thought ill of Snape. I mean, he is a git and all...but there’s just something about him…maybe it’s his all-black wardrobe…he’s so mysterious and kind of gothic, and…I don’t know…he seems so cynical and bitter. But you know, I always imagine those traits to be…I don’t know…kind of sexy. There. I said it. Snape’s mystique is kind of sexy. Look, I can’t help it, so don’t get all judgmental on me for thinking that.

Oh wait, I forgot. Roger. I grinned slightly as I zipped the side of my skirt. He’s sort of my lovely man friend now, isn’t he? Well, maybe not quite. We haven’t even gone on our first date yet. But still, I do have dibs on him now. What a nice thought. I have a man. Well, I’m going to have a man after my first date. Whatever. Oh, this is exciting!

There were a few moments of silence where Katie and I just sat there with our heads bowed slightly, glancing in Shacklebolt's direction. Well, ogling's probably a better word. Well, we couldn't help it! The man was a work of art!

I think all guys should aspire to grow up to be just like Lupin, if they know what’s good for them. I mean, he’s perfect after all. Nice to look at, sweet, intelligent, witty, mysterious-but-not-creepy-like-Snape-mysterious. And they should try to avoid going bald if they possible can, and just get those wisps of grey hair like Lupin’s…oh! Or go totally grey like Mr. Macmillan. Oh yum. I haven’t thought about in him a while. I miss him.

I didn’t exactly take in everything Oliver said regarding Lupin’s high regard for me, though normally it would be cause for me to hop up and down excitedly and declare it as a momentous day in the life of a Defense Against the Dark Arts groupie like myself…Oliver thought I was cute!