Remus and I went to Diagon Alley this afternoon to pick up school supplies. We ran into a strange little witch at the apothecary named Skeeter. I hear she usually has the most awful things to say, but today she made a point in telling me I was the most eligible man in Gryffindor.

Sorry, James, I guess that rules you out. Not that you'd ever be interested in what a hag like Skita Reeter thinks. Although, I can't say I don't agree with her about my eligibility...

Anyway.

I've spent a little over a week here with Moony. His parents are great to me, just like Mr. and Mrs. Potter were. I wonder what it was Rem complained about -- then again, he's never met my mother. My father wasn't exactly the most admirable person, either, but at least he spent most of the time out of the house.

I really shouldn't compare, but sometimes I can't help it...