A/N: It gets very exiting, but for now, it's just the beginning. Hopefully I will get at least 5 reviews for this but, who knows, I may not…
CHAPTER TWO
UNBELIEVABLE
Lily was also alarmed by her strange assortments of garments, but managed to clap her ands over mouth before finishing Abby's sentence. Mrs. Lemont was a kind faced woman with long blonde hair pulled back in a clip. Tall and lean Lily found Abby to be the spitting image of her mother. She was very sweet and sensible. However, what she was wearing at the moment was far from sensible. Over the top of her skirt and tank top was a dark green robe made of flowing fabric.
Mrs. Lemont ignored her daughter and began piling food on Abby and Lily's plates. Lily loved Mrs. Lemont's cooking and quickly busied herself with the fork beside her. She began to shovel down her casserole as Abby stood in the doorway, her mouth open and her eyes wide, staring at her mother.
"Aren't you going to sit down dear?" Mrs. Lemont asked her daughter kindly, "we really need to--er--talk."
Abby shook her head, "What are you wearing?" She repeated.
"Well, if you'd sit down I'd tell you!" Mrs. Lemont prompted, patting the chair next to her.
Finally taking her seat Abby continued to stare.
However, Lily didn't care how Mrs. Lemont looked. She was to busy shoving her chicken sandwich down her throat.
"Lily dear, do you have your letter?" Mrs. Lemont said, placing her hands on the table after lifting a letter identical to the one Lily had received that morning out from under a larger envelope on the table.
"My ledder?" Lily said through a mouth full of potatoes.
Mrs. Lemont smiled at Lily's puzzled expression.
"Lily, you're a witch."
"SHE A WHAT?" Abby screamed, leaving her chair and causing Lily to spill her soda all over the floor.
"A witch dear." Mrs. Lemont repeated, acting as though her daughter had not just had an uncontrollable outburst.
Abby was breathing heavily. Lily sat, dumbstruck. A witch? Lily Evans, a witch? Surly this was some kind of joke. A real witch?
"Oh, hunny! Don't be jealous! You are too!" Mrs. Lemont added, mistaking the look of terror on Abby's face for jealousy.
"See, it's all right here in your note," She said, lifting the tab on the envelope and pulling out a sheet of parchment with green writing on it. "Dear Miss Lemont--" She began, but suddenly there a thud next to them. Lily turned in her seat to find Abby sprawled on the tile in a dead faint.
Lily left that evening at 8:00. She had decided to stay for dinner, not believing a word of what Mrs. Lemont had said until she swiped a stick through the air and the soda on the floor suddenly disappeared. Mrs. Lemont was taking Lily and Abby to do some shopping the next day. Mrs. Lemont had told Lily not to speak a word of her ability to her mother, that she would talk it over like adults.
Shoving open her front door Lily suddenly felt a hard plop on her head. Before she had time to think, more gewy stuff descended from above, covering her in pudding.
A/N: How do you like it? I'm not asking for reviews just yet, not since this is only the 2nd chapter and no one even knows this fic exists just yet. Please,
~Gabbi D.