A/N: Well here it is, chapter 7. Hopefully I didn't take to extremely long in getting this up. I've been sick lately and have barely been able to stop sneezing long enough to type a single sentence. This chapter is dedicated to all of my lovely reviewers but most of all to Dr.Muraki. Once again I own nothing except little Victoria (of whom I shall soon have a picture of posted on my page on if you read and review you shall receive a cookie!

Last Time:

"Maybe I should start from the beginning."

To Continue:

Flash back to Mary's childhood—

"Mary Elizabeth Poppins!"

"Coming Mother!" Little 9 year old Mary Poppins hurried down the stairs as quickly as she could. "Yes mother?" Little Mary stood perfectly straight in the doorway of the kitchen, where her mother was busy making dinner for the family. But it was obvious she was having quite a bit of difficulty getting anything done because of the four young children running rampant around the room.

"Mary, where have you been?" Her mother questioned crossly when she turned to Mary.

"I was upstairs reading my new book." Mary replied sheepishly. She knew she should have known better than to try and read a book during the summer holidays.

"I swear young lady, if you can't learn when you need to get your nose out of those precious books of yours that your uncle gave you then I'll tell your father to take them away." Her mother chided.

"I..I'm sorry Mother. What is it that you want me to do?" Mary Stammered.

"Well, I should think that it would be obvious just by looking around this kitchen! Especially to such a well read girl like yourself." Her mother remarked both sarcasm and anger evident in her voice.

"Yes ma'am. Come along children lets go into the living room and give Mummy some peace and quiet shall we?" Mary said as she shepherded her younger siblings out of the kitchen. Carrying her youngest sibling, her brother Adam, on her hip since he was only just learning how to walk.

"Mary?" came the voice of Mary's sister Emma. She was the oldest of Mary's younger siblings and they shared quite a close bond.

"Yes my dear?" Mary replied in as motherly a fashion as a nine-year-old could.

"Why is Mummy always so cross?" Emma asked innocently as she plopped down on the sofa with her doll. Mary herded her brothers Jacob and Alexander in by some how holding on to the shoulders of both of their jackets with one hand and told them to go play with their toys where she could see them. She then joined Emma on the sofa and placed Adam on her lap before replying,

"Oh Emmy, Mother isn't always cross."

"But last night she wouldn't even come in to tuck me in and kiss me good night. And Daddy won't let me sit on his lap anymore." The little 5-year-old complained.

"That's because you're getting to be a big girl now and you don't need someone to always tuck you in and kiss you good night. And you're getting to big to sit on Fathers lap." Mary explained while trying to stop Adam from pulling on her hair.

"But I still want some one to at least tuck me in." Emma said quietly.

"How about this. Since we share a room, I'll come over and tuck you in and kiss you good night. How does that sound?"

"Okay," Emma said. "Can I ask you one more thing Mary?"

"Of course Emma."

"Why do Mummy and Daddy always shout at you?" This question stunned Mary. Yes, Emma was right. Her parents did shout at her quite often. But she had become so used to being told that she couldn't do anything right or being yelled at for forgetting to watch her siblings that she pretty much no longer noticed it.

"Whatever to you mean Emma?" Mary inquired, in attempt to 'play innocent'. But Emma wasn't buying it. She simply crossed her arms over her chest and stared at Mary. Seeing that she wasn't going to avoid this question, Mary said the first logical explanation that came to mind,

"Because I'm the eldest." Emma looked questioningly at Mary but before she could make any further inquiries Mary suggested, "Why don't you run upstairs and get you dolls and we can play with them together?" It was obvious that Emma wished that Mary would give her a more proper explanation but none-the-less she hurried up stairs to retrieve her dolls. Mary sunk back into the sofa and thought about Emma's question. Why did her parents yell at her so much? She got top marks in school and her bedroom was absolutely sparkling clean. Every once in a while she would forget that it was her responsibility to watch her siblings but that was still a rare occasion. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a loud crash. Her head snapped up and she saw Jacob and Alexander standing by the remains of the vase that had been sitting on the small table in the corner of the room.

"Jacob! Alex! How could you!" Mary shouted as she dashed over to them, "Mother's going to have my head!"

"We're sorry Mary." Both Jacob and Alexander droned in unison, not being at all sincere.

"Being sorry isn't going to fix that vase! Why is it that the moment I look away you two do something to get yourselves in trouble?" her brothers simply looked at the floor acting ashamed. Mary stomped her foot angrily then snapped and pointed to the sofa. The boys immediately scrambled over and sat down, still looking at the floor. Mary turned back to the vase in order to survey the damage but when she saw the vase it was no longer in broken shards on the floor but back on the table in one piece. For a moment she simply stared at the vase in astonishment.

"How in the world…" she began quietly. Suddenly Mary's mother appeared in the door way, obviously having heard the crash and asked Mary accusingly

"Alright young lady, what is it you've broken now?" Although Mary had been taught never to lie, she had no intention of admitting that the vase had broken when it was back to it's previous pristine condition and, as long as she was there, her Jacob and Alex wouldn't have the pluck to speak against her.

"What do you mean Mother?" She asked.

"You know very well what I mean young lady. I heard a crash from in here and the only explanation would be that you broke something."

"I didn't break anything Mother." Mary said honestly.

"Then what made the crash that I heard?" Mary's mother asked.

"I didn't hear any crash Mother." Mary's mother eyed her suspiciously for a moment, then looked carefully around the room. She couldn't see a thing out of place. So she looked back down at Mary and said,

"Alright I'll let you slip by this once. But next time it'll be the paddle for you young lady. Now all three of you get up to your rooms."

"Yes Mother." Mary and her brothers said as they hurried out of the room. As she was going up the stairs Mary bumped into Emma who was carrying a couple dolls and told her that Mother had told them to stay in their rooms 'til dinner. As she walked back to their room with Emma Mary couldn't help but wonder how exactly the vase had gotten fixed so quickly. All she could remember that she did was snap her fingers then point to the sofa.

"Maybe…" she thought to herself. No, it couldn't be. People can't fix things just by snapping their fingers.