Day One

Prompt: Childhood

Extraordinary

The afternoon of 30th September, 1966 is quite, quite ordinary.

A chubby Lily Evans and her mum are to be found on their front lawn, the girl propped up on a swing with her mother gently pushing her.

"Mum, what's a witch?"

Even at the tender age of 6, Lily harbours a deep love for books and greatly relishes the hours spent with either of her parents (or Tuney, who has decided she can read perfectly well, thank you very much) reading out stories to her that speak of witches and wizards and magical beasts.

Stifling a smile at the ever-present curious green glint in her youngest daughter's eyes, Rose Evans pretends to stroke an imaginary beard before answering, "Well, a Witch is someone who flies around the world on a special broomstick and visits good little girls everywhere."

Her tiny rosebud lips forming an awed "O" at her mother's reply, Lily eagerly asks, "Does she grant all the good girlies wishes, then, Mum? Do tell me I've been good! I have, haven't I? I want a wish, Mum!"

Laughing, Rose pinches her pink cheeks and assures her,

"Of course you have, darling! Why, I've heard Witches are especially fond of girls with red hair and green eyes,"

Miming surprise, she covers her mouth with a hand and gasps, "Gosh, Lil! Don't you have exactly those?"

Eyes widening into huge orbs of green, Lily tugs at a strand of scarlet and squeals in pure, childish delight.

"Mum! Look! Oooh, when do I get a visit then? Please oh please let my Witch come soon!"

Rose tucks an unruly lock behind Lily's ear.

"Soon, dear. Very soon."

Unable to contain her excitement, Lily pushes at the swing with all her might.

In front of her very eyes, Rose Evans watches her little redheaded 6-year-old soar high; higher than a mere garden swing can possibly go; let go of the sides, and fly, yes, fly gracefully through the air before landing softly on the green, green grass in front of her.

"I'm gonna be a Witch, Mum." announces her lilting voice before she skips off to do whatever little girls do when they're not flying off swings and frightening their poor mothers out of their very wits.

It is then, that Rose Evans decides that her youngest daughter is nothing even remotely ordinary.

In precisely five years time, she realizes just how right she was.

A/N: Hope you liked it! Review if you dream of flying off swings, too ;)

~Z