It was a regular morning in the Evans household. Mrs. Evans had just made breakfast- pancakes, Lily's favourite- and Mr. Evans was reading the morning newspaper.
Two girls tore into the kitchen, in striking contrast to each other. One was tall, plain, with a long, horse-like face and short mousy brown hair. The other girl, younger, was shorter, rather pretty, and had flaming red hair. They sat down at the table.
"Good morning, girls," their father said. His wife served them their breakfasts and warned them not to spill syrup on their clothes.
"Happy birthday, Lily," she added. The redhead smiled in thanks. Her sister made a face.
"Oh, Lily, here. This was stuck in with the paper," he said, absentmindedly handing her an envelope with precise green writing. Turning over the envelope, Lily saw a wax seal. Curious, she opened the letter and began to read, her eyes becoming wide.
"Is this some sort of a joke?" she asked.
"What dear?" Her mother took the letter. After she'd read it, she handed it to her husband with a simple, "You'd better read this." Now the brunette was curious.
"What is it? What IS it?" demanded Lily's sister.
"Petunia, please," her mother told her warily. "It appears our Lily is a witch."
"WHAT?" Petunia screeched and stood up. "I've heard things about- witches, and the like- you just, you just, you can't be one!" Petunia ran from the room. Lily looked close to tears. Her mother hugged. Her.
"Lily, listen. Whether you're a witch or not, we still love you. We'll always be proud of you," her father said. Her mother added, "You'll always be special to us."
"Thank you, Mum, Dad," Lily sniffed, beginning to smile. "Maybe it won't be so bad, this witch thing."
"See, that's the spirit. Now, go on, have fun. Today's your birthday!" Her mother nudged her out of the kitchen. "Well?" said Mrs. Evans to her husband, when she was sure her children wouldn't hear.
"I've known a few wizards. They're really very nice people. Odd sometimes, but nice," her husband assured her.
"So- that letter is real?"
"Yes, it is. A friend of mine at work- his son got one last month when he turned eleven. I imagine they're in the same class."
"Well, why didn't Petunia get one?"
"She's not a witch. Neither are we."
"But then, why did Lily get one?"
"Because she is a witch."
"No one in my family is."
"Nor mine." ~*~
Until Petunia had turned eleven, her best friend had always gone to school with her. Then suddenly, she transferred and went somewhere else. When they saw each other, her 'friend' was very formal with her, as if Petunia wasn't good enough to be associated with. Petunia soon learned that her friend was a witch. It still left her bitter. And now, her always perfect little sister was a witch and would be going to the same school her friend had gone. Life was never fair, it seemed to Petunia. There was a knock on her door.
"'Tunia? What's wrong with my being a witch?" Lily asked, stepping into the room. Petunia glared.
"You are the last person I want to see right now," she snarled. "You know what happened with Rachel."
"So?" Lily scoffed. "That's no reason to be mad at me! Just because I'm a witch and you're not-"
"That has nothing to do with it," Petunia interjected, visibly controlling her temper.
"No, of course not," Lily said, storming from the room. "You're just jealous!" And so, afternoon started in the Evans household.
Two girls tore into the kitchen, in striking contrast to each other. One was tall, plain, with a long, horse-like face and short mousy brown hair. The other girl, younger, was shorter, rather pretty, and had flaming red hair. They sat down at the table.
"Good morning, girls," their father said. His wife served them their breakfasts and warned them not to spill syrup on their clothes.
"Happy birthday, Lily," she added. The redhead smiled in thanks. Her sister made a face.
"Oh, Lily, here. This was stuck in with the paper," he said, absentmindedly handing her an envelope with precise green writing. Turning over the envelope, Lily saw a wax seal. Curious, she opened the letter and began to read, her eyes becoming wide.
"Is this some sort of a joke?" she asked.
"What dear?" Her mother took the letter. After she'd read it, she handed it to her husband with a simple, "You'd better read this." Now the brunette was curious.
"What is it? What IS it?" demanded Lily's sister.
"Petunia, please," her mother told her warily. "It appears our Lily is a witch."
"WHAT?" Petunia screeched and stood up. "I've heard things about- witches, and the like- you just, you just, you can't be one!" Petunia ran from the room. Lily looked close to tears. Her mother hugged. Her.
"Lily, listen. Whether you're a witch or not, we still love you. We'll always be proud of you," her father said. Her mother added, "You'll always be special to us."
"Thank you, Mum, Dad," Lily sniffed, beginning to smile. "Maybe it won't be so bad, this witch thing."
"See, that's the spirit. Now, go on, have fun. Today's your birthday!" Her mother nudged her out of the kitchen. "Well?" said Mrs. Evans to her husband, when she was sure her children wouldn't hear.
"I've known a few wizards. They're really very nice people. Odd sometimes, but nice," her husband assured her.
"So- that letter is real?"
"Yes, it is. A friend of mine at work- his son got one last month when he turned eleven. I imagine they're in the same class."
"Well, why didn't Petunia get one?"
"She's not a witch. Neither are we."
"But then, why did Lily get one?"
"Because she is a witch."
"No one in my family is."
"Nor mine." ~*~
Until Petunia had turned eleven, her best friend had always gone to school with her. Then suddenly, she transferred and went somewhere else. When they saw each other, her 'friend' was very formal with her, as if Petunia wasn't good enough to be associated with. Petunia soon learned that her friend was a witch. It still left her bitter. And now, her always perfect little sister was a witch and would be going to the same school her friend had gone. Life was never fair, it seemed to Petunia. There was a knock on her door.
"'Tunia? What's wrong with my being a witch?" Lily asked, stepping into the room. Petunia glared.
"You are the last person I want to see right now," she snarled. "You know what happened with Rachel."
"So?" Lily scoffed. "That's no reason to be mad at me! Just because I'm a witch and you're not-"
"That has nothing to do with it," Petunia interjected, visibly controlling her temper.
"No, of course not," Lily said, storming from the room. "You're just jealous!" And so, afternoon started in the Evans household.