Lily Evangeline Potter looked out at the sky. It was a bright sunny day. The day outside matched her spirits. Happy and bubbly and full of liveliness. Today was the day when she would go to the Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.
She was sure of the house she would get sorted into – Gryffindor, the house of the brave. Both her brothers were in it and they were so enthused about it that they never gave her a chance to think of the other houses. Slytherin for the slimy gits like Scorpius Malfoy who for some reason happened to be Albie-poo's best friend. She still thought that he was the most acutely irritating fart-face she had ever seen.
Or Ravenclaw for the intelligent (grrrrr) people like Titania Scamander, her Aunt Luna's daughter and the sweetest – and not to mention the WEIRDEST – person she had ever met.
She never even considered Hufflepuff, and personally thought anyone who got sorted into it should transfer to Beauxbatons.
Lily sighed. The journey in the car was over. She looked out to see King's Cross Station come into view, and chuckled when she saw James try to shove a snitch down Sevvie's underpants.
Lily's bubbly mood evaporated – she hated the way her family was in constant limelight and knew that the journalists would hound her the moment they set foot on the station, and printed photos of her in the paper with captions like 'Potter's Baby Princess's First Day At School' and make her feel like a toddler all over again. She had taken an immediate dislike to the press when the old hag Rita Skeeter (yes the old hag was still alive!) had asked her if she harboured a secret torch for Hugo. Seriously, Hugo Weasley was like her cousin, so – uhm – EWW! She could never think of him more than a brother.
"Speak of the devil," Lily thought, as she saw Hugo and his family – namely Uncle Won, Auntie Mione and Prissy Rosie. Albus squealed as soon as he saw Rosie and James, and they both rolled their eyes, because boys DO NOT SQUEAL.
She cried out loud when she spotted the oh-so-annoying photogs and shielded her eyes, expecting an attack of flash. But none came. Instead she saw each and every camera pointed in the direction of a dark haired, curve- nosed man and his daughter. Lily looked closely at her face – she had green eyes. Not like Harry's, though – hers were sea green. The man suddenly turned towards us and cried "Er-my-nee!" And at this precise moment, Uncle Won turned a bright shade of mauve that clashed badly with his hair.
This was going to be an interesting day. Not to mention, year.
JamesI laughed loudly when I saw Uncle Ronnie's face. Definitely an ex-boyfriend of Auntie Mione's. My dad however shook hands with him and exchanged pleasantries. I saw the man beckon to the most gorgeous redhead I had ever seen, probably his daughter.
I felt sick – this girl was almost as old as my sister! Very bad, James!, I thought, still grinning from ear to ear. I then spotted my best buds Freddie Weasley (bestest) and Ryan Wood (second best). Before I could call out to them, I noticed Uncle George giving Freddie a huge packet with a danger sign on it. Wicked, I thought. Definitely dung bombs!
This was going to be an interesting day. Not to mention, year.