Mr. Evans stood in front of his closet looking for something to wear. He would be meeting his daughter's boyfriend that afternoon, and he wasn't sure if this was something to be dressed nicely for. He knew Petunia would prefer it. He loved his daughter wholeheartedly, and he knew that she would be the kind of girl to bring home a snobby boyfriend. His two daughters were so vastly different and yet equally lovely. He occasionally worried about Petunia, she was a smart girl, but she often let her insecurities stop her from being the gentle person she was on the inside. Sometimes he thought she wore an armor to protect herself. He wouldn't judge her though. There were as many kinds of people as there were flowers. He knew Petunia was trying her best. It was hard for her to learn that Lily was a witch. He understood though that it must have been terribly depressing to learn of such a world at such a young age, only to know that she could never be a part of it. Who could take that kind of rejection at ten years old?

Petunia had cried for days when Lily first left for Hogwarts, she was inconsolable. Though he was excited for Lily's big adventure, he wondered how damaging it had been to split the two girls up at such a young age. It was just young enough that they could grow up and never really know one another. Mr. Evans who had been an only child himself, had always wanted a sibling, and felt quite sad about the situation his daughters were in.

Petunia always seemed quite pleasant when it was just the three of them, talking about her favorite subjects in school, her future plans. She could be quite funny when she wanted to be. She was an entirely different person around Lily, guarded and unyielding.

Poor Lily had no idea what to make of this. She would be her friendly self as she always was. But Mr. Evans knew that Petunia's guardedness hurt Lily. She wanted to be just like her sister when she was younger, and now it seemed like there was barely anything alike about them.

Mr. Evans walked from the wardrobe to the window, he could see Lily standing there with Severus. They were standing with distance between them, their arms in front of them, hands joined. Lily was lightly swaying back and forth, Severus watching her, adoration written all over his face. Mr. Evans smiled at the scene. Ah, young Severus, forever in love with his daughter. Mr. Evans was very fond of Severus. He thought Severus a very funny character. Severus seemed like a boy with a smart mind, one who could navigate anything on his own, but who would willingly jump off a bridge if Lily asked him too. Mr. Evans laughed at the thought. Though Lily as a bit too young to be thinking about marriage, he knew she would end up with someone who would immediately be a part of their family. Lily was like that, she could make anyone feel welcome, except maybe her sister, though she never stopped trying. Mr. Evans thought about Severus as a son-in-law. Well, it wouldn't be much of a change from how things were now. Severus would follow Lily anywhere. He liked the idea of Lily and Severus. At the very least there wouldn't be a formal get to know you dinner. Mr. Evans sighed and made his way back to the wardrobe. The idea of a little boy with black hair and brilliant green eyes played in his head. He knew he was thinking too far into the future, but still, he would love that little boy with all his heart.