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Permission

I, James Sirius Potter, of sound mind and body, give permission for my brother, Albus Severus Potter, to date the Yearling girl with the cake throwing fetish.

Really Al, you've got some odd tastes in girls, but she seemed humorous enough--for a Slytherin. A bit off, if you ask me, but aren't we all?

Had a bit of a party in the kitchens last night. House elves, one sided food fighting, butterbeer. Much fun had by all, really. We had to take the long way back, but there's nothing wrong with the scenic route.

Rest assured, there are bigger plans and better pranks in the making!

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...James... I.. for the.. WE AREN'T DATING!
Of course you aren't. Yet. Al needed my approval first! Aren't you pleased?
Pleased? Are you soddin' mad James? I don't want to date your brother! I like Al, but honestly we just met!

Why are you so gung-ho on us dating?
Don't want to date him? Why not? Is he not Slytherin enough for you? I knew he should have been in Gryffindor! Even hats make mistakes, eh?

Oscar's been studying up on that privacy charm, so I've got nothing better to do.
Not Slytherin enough? This has nothing to do with Al! He's a perfectly nice boy but we're friends, James. Friends.

But to be honest I do think the hat can make mistakes.

Oscar? Is he the red haired boy I've seen around you a few times in the hallway? ....You know I can do Privacy charms.
Whatever you say! Just wait til I talk to Al.

That would indeed be my dear, deranged cousin Oscar. Thing is, these notebooks, journals, whatever have precautions against giving us a bit of privacy (rude, really). He's trying to come up with something that'll get around all that.
These things? You're telling me you still haven't charmed yours? I would guess not.

I confudled the orginal spell that allows the journals to be linked to the others through out the castle. So.. once you write something if you don't want certain people to see it, it will transfer a different text to everyone but the person's name you write in the left hand cornor.

It's a mix between confuseing and befuddleing. Needless to say, I created the spell myself. But I wouldn't mind shareing.

Deranged? Should I stay clear of him..?
I'd rather just light the bloody things on fire, but no such luck.

Best for me not to use your spell. It might backfire and make cake drop all over me. That's your plan all along, eh, snakestress?

Not at all! He's just as much a gentleman as me. Not as handsome though.
W..what!? WELL. If you DON'T want my help then fine. I was honestly trying to assist you but fine. Because if I wanted to drop cake on you James, I would do it.

Scary thought.
If you keep all this cake dropping up, someday someone is going to drop it right back on you. Then you'll know the feeling!

And that feeling is sticky.

In fact, I think I should go find some aerodynamic cake.
I don't think you can take me James. Not in a cake throwing contest. I believe I would have you out caked.

More experience and whatnot.
What are you, Her Highness the Cake Master now? Queen of All That is Cake?

By the way, strawberry is my favorite. Chocolate is good too though.
I'll keep that in mind when I'm stuffing it in your face. Remember, do not inhale.
How thoughtful.
How kind of you to notice James.
HATS MAKE HORRIBLE, TERRIBLE MISTAKES.
...WHAT?
I know, I know. No need to thank me.
James.. what the bloody hell are you talking about? Dating? PERMISSION?

Ally and I aren't dating! And I sure as hell don't need your permission for anything!
Aa, young love.

Denial is very unbecoming of you, Albus.
You will die a slow, painful death James.
After all I've done to for you? Kids these days.
I didn't read a single thing. :)

Knew I could count on you, Teddy! Given anyone detention yet?
Actually, I'm attempting to lure everyone into a false sense of security with before handing any of them out. In all likeliness, you're most likely to be the first. :P You will want to keep up your record from last year, I presume?
First on the list! Should I be honored or plotting revenge? It was a rather impressive record. Bet I could beat it though!
Definitely honored. Go easy on me, I've barely been a professor for a week! The poor chap who recommended me for the job is still traumatized from what you did to him.

I'd like to see you beat your grandfather's second year record. Hm, then again, maybe I'm getting ahead of myself; James Junior may be good, but not Marauder good. You've still got a long way to go, I'd imagine. ;)
He deserved it for making me miss watching the final Quidditch match because of a detention. Old git.

I better start now then, eh? I've got something that should help me along. I think the Marauders've given me their blessing. ;D
Oi, don't old git my favourite teacher. All he ever gave me were valuable life lessons and sweets, so it was clearly all your fault for upsetting him in the first place.

...You didn't.
Maybe to you, but he didn't like me at all. Maybe it was that Fanged Frisbee I accidentally threw during the first class.

Didn't what, Teddy? I have NO idea what you mean. ♥
That might just be it. There's this thing called subtlety, though I don't expect you would have heard of it.

He is going to kill you. Please do let me know when he does with an appropriately loud girly shriek so I can come and watch.
Sounds kind of familiar.

He is not! I'm just carrying on the tradition. He should be proud!
I hope you're not thinking of the word 'slutty'.

But it was in his Giant Desk of Forbidden Things, and you went into it. Surely that calls for at least a Bat Bogey Hex courtesy of your mum, and then you'll wish you were dead. :|
Of course not. You got me.

It's really a Giant Desk of Things That Should Be Forbidden But Will Probably End Up With James Anyway So Bugger It. If he didn't want stuff gotten out of it, he would have made it harder to break into! Plus it was being wasted in there.
Mum wouldn't use that on me! Would she...?
Oh, James.

You know, you do have a point. If he really didn't want us you to break into his desk, we you wouldn't have been able to, I'm sure.

I wouldn't be so certain, even if she doesn't intend to. She accidentally hit me with it once when she was chasing after your dad for something or other, and suffice to say, I still have nightmares about it.
James, as soon as you professed sound mind I knew something was wrong. The Yearling girl, indeed.