Chapter 1:
Every newborn baby is born with magic. But as the child grows, they all grow out of the magic. All except one. All except Mary Poppins.
The eldest child of Mr. and Mrs. Poppins, Mary was a loved child. As she grew older though, her parents started to realize that there was something different about her. They grew uneasy of Mary, for she never lost her magic, and consequently could never control it. Strange things were always happening around her.
When Anne was born, the Poppins were relieved. From then on, Anne became the favorite child, leaving Mary feeling neglected.
To escape her home, Mary started to go to the park that was right across the street as soon as she was old enough. She would walk around aimlessly, knowing her parents would never notice since their hands were full with Anne.
"Would you like some chesnuts ma'am?" The young, good-natured chesnut-bender asked her as she walked by.
"Oh yes." Mary said absent-mindedly. Then without thinking she made the bag of chesnuts float over to her hand. She took it, handed the money to him and began to walk away.
"Wait, miss!" The boy yelled, eyes wide.
"Yes?" She turned around, raising one eyebrow.
He paused, not sure what to say, then did what he always did when meeting ladies. He took off his hat, lowered his head, and asked, "Miss, would you be so kind as to tell me your name?"
"Oh?" Mary was surprised, for no one had ever took any interest in her before. "I am Mary Poppins."
"Mary Poppins." He said to himself. "A lovely name." He commented.
"Oh really?" Mary asked. She couldn't help but fish for comments with the curious man.
"I assure you Ms. Poppins, I would never lie to a lovely lady like yourself." Mary looked away, dazzled by his compliments.
"And you are?" She asked, trying to be polite.
"Oh, stupid me." He said hitting himself lightly on the head, making her laugh. "I'm Herbert. But just call me Bert."
"Well, hello Bert." Mary said, nodding her head.
"Ms. Poppins, I stopped you because I wanted to ask you something."
"Oh? And what could that be?"
"Well, when I asked if you wanted peanuts, they started to float toward you. Like magic." He said, moving his hands across his face while waggling is fingers.
Mary's eyes widened. "Oh dear." She put a gloved hand to her cheek.
"Something wrong Ms. Poppins?" Bert asked with genuine concern.
"My parents told me to never ever use it in front of people." She started to walk in circles. "They'll be so upset."
"You know, they don't have to know about it."
"What ever do you mean?"
"You just don't tell them, that's all. I promise that I won't go around blabbering to strangers about it."
"Oh, will you?" Mary grabbed Bert's dirty hands in her white gloves.
"Um... yes, of course." Bert replied, caught off guard.
"Thank you Bert!" Mary said, kissing him on the cheek.
"Yes, my pleasure." Bert mumbled, not believing his luck.
The clock sounded, signaling curfew for Mary.
"Oh dear, I must go home." She put her now dirty gloves in her pocket. "Good day to you, Bert."
"And to you to, Mary Poppins." He replied, tipping his hat. "Will you come again?"
"I will, I have no where else to be." She turned around and skipped toward her house.
My theory on how Mary and Bert got together. And yes, there will be romance, deal with it.
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