Dear Diary

"James and I hang out in front of the fire in our (James' and mine) so-called common room, (we play-fought a little and I used him as a pillow and he just played with my hair, nothing unusual for friends) she just stormed in and when James overly happy greeted her she went mad, she screamed and shout and, I don't have words." A one-shot written for "Pick a List" challenge.