Entry 43,

After committing the stupidity of commenting how nice Dorcas Meadowes’ hair looked this morning, Sirius dared me to tell her that. To her face. I do not think Dorcas Meadowes receives compliments frequently, for her way of thanking me involved assaulting my mouth outside our common room.

I had the half mind to push her away, but I was too perplexed and too fascinated to move—or do much, really. I dare say she did not need me to do anything other than stay still.

There was much spit involved. I never knew so much spit was required.