Lavender hated these kind of things with a passion. Her mum would put her best pumps and frock on with her pearls and pull her hair out of the curlers as ten year old Lavender watched perched on her mum and dad's bed. Her mum would jabber about nonsense as Lavender would watch her get ready.

She'd spray a bit of her fancy perfume that Lavender musn't touch ever. And Lavender at the moment was sitting in her mums old chrysler as she pouted. Her hair had been combed and styled by her mum and she'd been forced into a pinafore with an itchy skirt on the bottom. she crossed her arms jutting her bottom lip out wishing her father was their. She got whatever she wanted when her daddy was their.

Her mum loved these events . With lots of muggle woman like her mother,who were all upper middle class like her mother who talked with very fake posh accents and met at various club and event houses. They ate fancy little sandwiches and drank tea with two much sugar. They gossiped horribly about one another and the whole room was clouded with perfume that smelled like too much floral and cats.

And now because she was a big girl of ten she was to go meet all her mums friends. Her mum explained as Lavender glare down at her tights. The only thing she even liked about the horrid outfit was her shoes. They were shiny black mary jane's and they pinched her big toes just a bit but she liked the little click clacks they made across the floor like a grown up ladies heels.

She didn't even get to enjoy the click clack noise though as the party was to take place outside. Lavender scowled as her mum parked the car. "I wanted to go with dad." She complained as her mum grabbed her by the hand pulling her towards the party her red lip sticked mouth frowning. "Don't make that face Lavender ." She demanded as she made her way over to her friends.

They stood their in fancy dress's like her mum and heels that were sinking in the grass. Lavender attempted to not make 'that face'. One of the elder woman Miss Elliot who had tight blond ringlets and black eyebrows glance over Lavender. "Oh, Nancy this is your daughter than?" She smiled but it didn't reach her eyes. Lavender's mum nodded as she pulled her daughter in front of her as if to showcase the child.

"Yes,isn't she a pretty thing,just got accepted to a very up and up private school in Ireland -" Her mum went on as Lavender attempted not to roll her eyes. Her mum was of course referring to Hogwarts. And she hadn't even gotten her letter yet,although no doubt concerned the course she'd get in she was a witch just like her daddy was a wizard.

"Oh well my boys are over their." Another woman with thinly plucked eye brows and a beak like nose with far to much blue eye shadow motioned towards a large tree where two chubby boys in sailor suits about Lavender's age were passing a ball. "Oh of course go play than dear." Her mum smiled a message behind her eyes. 'Don't mess it up' She pleaded as Lavender attempted to convey understanding in her own brown eyes.

She turned walking over slowly towards the boys. They were about her age,far to old for sailor suits,Lavender mussed screwing up her nose as one of them turned towards her. "No girls allowed." He explained glaring at her. Lavender felt her own eyes narrow at him.

"Your far to old for a sailor suit. " She replied arms crossing over her skinny chest. He glared as another boy about her age laughed. He was in just a normal suit but had his hair combed back,as if his mum had done it. She decided she liked him,Well as much as one can like someone with cooties.

"And you look like an ugly old witch." The chubby sailor suit boys twin cut in as he tossed the ball to the slicked back hair boy. She stopped her eyes opening wide. They couldn't know could they-She stopped realizing what he meant. It was an insult she stuck her tongue out at the boy as he walked over and scuffed up her shiny mary janes. Anger and fire blazzed behind her eyes. No one messed with her shiny shoes that click clacked.

"You look like a fat old frog!" She taunted as he pushed her. She glared as she felt her face than hands prickle and begin to heat. Oh no-no not pleaded screwing her eyes closed as if she could beg her body not to. She couldn't . "You look like an ugly old dog!" The chubby boy taunted as her fists balled as she concentrated.

She musn't use magic she musn't-suddenly the boy was hung up by his ankles she looked over her shoulder in fear, It seemed none of the grown up's had seen yet as he screamed. "You-you'r a freak put me down!" He cried his face growing red as his twin tugged at him.

She looked around eyes widening. She focused hard surprised that she had been able to make her accident magic do what she wanted. He crumpled to the floor into the dirt as she looked on eyes wide. She turned than making a run for it towards her mum.