Hello! This is my first fic, so constructive criticism would be great. One thing to say: these first couple of chapters may be somewhat lacking in action, but firstly, I promise things will start happening soon, and secondly, I felt they were necessary to establish the character.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter etc. Apart from Lilith Tregarth and family, all rights belong to JK Rowling esq.
Lilith ran down the stairs to collect the post, as she did every day. She greeted the postman, Mr. Simpson, on the doorstep, giving him a quick smile before turning her attention to the letters in her hand. One in particular caught her eye. A small, cream envelope, her name wriiten on it in green ink. She turned it over, surprised to see a red wax seal, stamped with what looked like a crest of some kind.
"Dear Miss Tregarth,
We are pleased to offer you a place at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. As you are someone who has not previously been aware of the existence of the wizard ing community, we do not expect you to take our word for it that such a place exists. As such, please expect our representative shortly. They will give you a demonstration, verify your offer, and answer any questions you may have. Attached to this letter is your school list, should you decide to accept our offer.
Prof. M. Mcgonagall
Deputy Headmistress"
Lily stared down at the letter in her hand. Witchcraft and Wizardry. This was the most amazing thing that had ever happened to her. Assuming that this wasn't some kind of elaborate joke...
"MUM!" She yelled, "COME AND LOOK AT THIS!"
" What's that dear?" Asked her mother, ambling (far too slowly, thought the excited Lily) towards her. Mutely, Lily held out the letter. "Oh. A letter. Well that's nice..." Her mother's voice trailed off as she read the words that the professor had written, eyebrows travelling up her forehead. "Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry... This has to be some kind of prank. They say they're going to send someone over." At that moment, at precisely ten minutes past ten on the Saturday morning, there was a quiet pop, and a very small man appeared at the end of their garden. Mrs Tregarth let out a small scream and dropped the letter. "Good morning. My name is Professor Flitwick. I trust I have the pleasure of speaking to Mrs and Miss Tregarth?" His eyes drifted down to the letter on the garden path. Mrs Tregarth stared at him in shock. Then, giving herself a little shake, she recovered herself to say, politely, "Of course. Please do come in. Would you like some tea?". Lily stared unabashedly at the man as he followed her mother into the cottage. He was the most marvellous person she had ever met, dressed from head to toe in deep blue velvet robes, with a small fez of the same colour perched atop his shiny, almost entirely bald head.
After her mother, staring absent mindedly into the distance, attempted to make tea using cold water and the coffee pot, with a generous helping of dog biscuits, Lily took over making the tea, leaving her mother alone with Professor Flitwick in the sitting room.
By the time she came in with the tea, they had come to an agreement. Flitwick had charmed the China shepherdess on the mantlepiece to sing 'One man went to mow', and Mrs Tregarth had been suitably delighted. Once she had got over her shepherdess, in bows and ruffles, singing in baritone, that is. It was decided that Flitwick would pick them up on the Monday of the last week of August to buy school supplies from a place he mysteriously called 'Diagonally'.