A small, light pink haired girl crouched over a cute baby with dark brown hair.
The older daughter, at two, was holding hands with her sister trying to turn her hair green.
A complete and happy family of four visited Diagon Alley. At Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, an old man with still the slightest trace of red hair was so intrigued by Evena's nose act (he especially loved the pig nose) that he gave her a free pygmy puff.
At a muggle school, instead of a substitute, the teacher came in with a pink pygmy puff on her shoulder. 2 hours later, after the "teacher" let her students cause ruckus in the school, Magical Law and Inforcement arrived, along with a whole lot of memory charms.
Now 11, Evena Parkinson was finally ready for her Hogwarts letter. It was late July, so Evena was climbing a dogwood tree while her sister tried to talk to worms.
Picking one of the white blossoms, Evena said, "After the letter comes, we will go to Diagon Alley again, and get the books I'll use."
Her sister, Magmia, replied, "What books will you need? Are you gonna learn 'bout tranfigation and erbogy?" Then, turning to the worms, "Now climb up the moss, Finley."
Feeling proud of her knowledge, Evena went on and on about "tran-ss-fig-ur-ation" and "herb-ol-o-gy" while her sister kept putting worms through her obstacle course, but they were suddenly interrupted b-
A tawny owl swept down and grabbed one of Magmia's worms, but at the same time Evena jumped up-
"My Hogwarts letter!" she chased the owl down the street of the wizarding neighborhood, but found the owl going to her neighbor's house. Although she did not panic, the owl would come sometime today, right?
And so Evena continued on dreaming about her future as a witch (she wanted to open a successful apothecary in Hogsmeade) and played out her whole life in her head… which would all be starting when she got that letter! Speaking of which, where was it?
As more owls came overhead, Evena became more and more worried. Where was it? Why was the key to the rest of her life being delayed? Is it possible to delay the rest of one's life? There's not a problem with me, of course, so perhaps she should owl the school? Prestigious Headmistress McGonagall would never sent late owls. So what was wrong?
Finally the low orange sun cast shadows over the blossomed summer trees, and Evena confronted her mother, Korna Parkinson.
"Mummy!" Evena called into the well-off wizarding house. Dodging the venomous tarantula's babies, she called upstairs more sharply. "Mumm-yyy!"
"Yes, dear?" spoke Mrs. Parkinson, but in the manner of which we speak when we are pretending we have no idea what questions will be asked next.
"Where is my Hogwarts letter?" demanded little Evena, now standing right in front of the mirror her mother was peering in, with her hands on her hips at all.
Mrs. Parkinson bent down, swallowed hard and said in her kindest voice, "I don't know. Maybe it will come… tomorrow?" The tone of voice told Evena that Hogwarts letters, when they come late, they don't come at all.
Evena's mind whirled rapidly as she tried to catch her breath while running up the stairs. Her untied shoelace made her trip on the top stair, and there she lay down to think. She tried avoiding the truth, but one little word came back to her.
She didn't want to admit it. She wouldn't. No, no, she wouldn't have to, because she was a witch, right?... right? Evena had been a metamorphagus since a hour after she was born. Why, just that morning she had turned her eye colour again. But, what about other magic?
Evena had always fit in when the other kids played around with what they could do, but she never could do exactly what they did. Of course, some kids can't do anything and are still magical, but she could! Metamorphagussing counts….
The voice inside Evena was screaming, "Admit it, admit it! Say what you are!" Evena sat up rapidly and ran to her room, and flung herself onto her bed. Her heart was beating, she could feel it through her body, and her head…
Her head… wired for witchcraft, right? No, it wasn't.
The Hogwarts Letter didn't come.
Not at all. Nada. Ziltch. A Hogwarts letter addressed to Evena Parkinson doesn't exist. And it never will.
Evena's eyes went out of focus as the awful, unfair truth sank in. Staring out the window into the beautiful, mocking sunset, she spoke the word. The word. The word that would change her life forever. She wouldn't even have much of a life now, right? She was fighting it, not allowing those five letters to escape from her mouth, but the truth will prevail. The awful truth will prevail… the sad, awful, mean, nasty truth prevails. The truth of being a…
"Squib."