This is my first time writing something so let me know if it's really rubbish. Should I carry on with this or should this be thrown onto a scrap heap? Please review xx
Petunia's Story
I am the happiest person in the world right now. Lying beside my sister under our willow tree down by the lake is one of my favourite things to do. When I say "our" willow tree, I mean the tree that Lils and I sort of adopted when we were still in nursery school. I don't even think it's a willow, a sycamore maybe, I don't know, I'm rubbish with identifying plants and bugs-Lily isn't. I'm not very good at mathematics either-although Lily is. I'm not very pretty either-unlike Lily. I have short, brown ugly curly hair with sludge greyish eyes. Lily has long, beautiful auburn hair and these beautiful green eyes to die for. I'm not going to say that I don't get jealous of her, that would be a huge whopping lie, but sometimes, she does things that no, ordinary person could do. Just small things, like the time when some stupid idiots from the estate down the avenue cornered her, she sort of-well; let's say after that nobody bothered her again. But there IS something, not right about the way she does things, the way she sees the world. If I wasn't her sister, I would get a tiny bit freaked out.
But here I am now, lying next to her in our favourite spot, savouring the friendly silence between us, when she ruins it by saying, "Tuney, look at what I've been practising!". Laugh at the nick name, go on. I mean, what parents would call their daughter Petunia? Mine. Anyway, she pushes herself up and gives me a hand to help me up and says, "Just be quiet and let me concentrate for a minute, ok?" I nod; Lils can be very vicious at times. As she closed her eyes, brow furrowing in concentration, I took a sharp intake to say something but her eyes snapped open, "Shhhhhhh! Promise to be quiet, ok?" she whispers, but I'm not ok, I'm worried. "Lily, it's not that flower thing again is it?" I ask wearily. "Because if it is, I will tell mo-"
"Shhhhhhh, you promised, remember?" she cut in.
"Lils, please, just tell me it isn't." She just laughs. "Lily Evans, listen to me now!" I yell. I don't like shouting, especially not at my sister. Lily looks at me her smile is wavering, and then she whispers, "Just watch, ok?" I finally give in and nod. You see, it's hard to not give in to your little sister, especially, if she's cute and pretty. She looks at me with her glinting emerald eyes, and then shuts them tightly. And then I feel it. A breeze swirling above my head, making, the leaves on our tree fall of the branches. But instead of floating to the ground, they flap, like wings on a bird, like they're flying. Lily's laughing; doesn't she understand it's not normal? That it's freaky to make flowers grow and leaves turn into super naturel birds? It's amazing, and extraordinary, but it's just damn freaky. We stare into eachothers eyes for a moment, and then a skinny boy steps out into the sunlight, out of the shadows. This boy is Severus Snape-the boy I fancy.