The day Lily had gone home and arrived at Kings Cross, only her Mother and Father had picked her up in the company car. Lily's mother, Genevieve Smith-Evans was a homemaker while her Father, Spencer Evans, was a businessman and wrote a column in their local town Kensington's paper, The Kensington. Lily was sitting in the room she shared with her younger, muggle sister, Petunia. Petunia had given her nothing but cold stares and harsh comments since she had been home. There were only two years difference between the girls, and yet they weren't close at all.
Lily sat curled up on her bed facing the window, reading a book on famous witches and wizards of the 18th dynasty in Egypt. Petunia burst into the room, and stopped dead when she spotted Lily. Her young face was filled with worry and stress, until she saw Lily. The minute her eyes lay upon her, her stare turned cold and filled with spite and disgust.
"Going to cast a spell on me if I don't clean my side of the room I suppose." Petunia spat. Lily looked look up in surprise.
"What was that?"
"Oh please, as if you're not going to that freaky school to turn me into a toad!" Petunia yelled. Other then asking her to pass the butter one night at the dinner table, these were the first words Petunia had spoken to Lily all holiday.
"My school is not freaky!" Lily got up in protest. Petunia cowered against the door of the room.
"Get away from me! If you do anything to me Mummy will have you arrested!"
"Petunia, what are you talking about?" Lily asked, putting her book down. "I'm going to Hogwarts to learn magic. Not to use against you thought. Trust me, not everyone thinks about you 365 days a year … no matter how much you wish they did." Lily said, getting angry. "And why didn't you sign the Christmas card Mother sent? She had to sign for you! Are you that childish that you can't write your name on a Christmas card that's being sent to me?"
"Do you have any idea of what people would say if they knew? Mummy's told so many people in the family they must think I'm diseased. Honestly Lillian, it's disgusting how you just take off to some filthy school on the country side and expect that when you get back, everyone will be all over the ground you walk on!" Petunia yelled across the room. Lily's mouth opened in protest. However Petunia cut her off. "And the worst was when Mummy sent you those parcels. You know where she dragged me off to? Do you? No. You don't. Because you're sitting in some dungeon learning how to turn people to toads and put newt eyes into poisons!" Petunia screeched.
"Petunia I have never even touched a newt—" Lily started to say, but was again cut off.
"Don't start that load of rubbish!" Petunia yelled, shaking in fury. "Mummy took me to some post office in London one day when we were out Christmas shopping. You know what was in there?" she said quietly, hissing. Lily shook her head, having no idea where Petunia's story was leading. "It was filled with walls and walls of owls and all these … these people that weren't like normal people. They talked to me! Me!" Petunia said, tears running down her cheeks. "Those freaks and insane maniacs you spend your time with talked to me, and Mummy talked to them about you. And about your stupid school and how proud she was of you!" Petunia said, still shaking by the door. Lily stood by her bed, at a loss for words. Why was Petunia so upset by the wizarding world? It wasn't at all like she thought it was.
"Look, Petunia you don't seem to understand the wizarding world at all—" Lily said softly, nearing closer to Petunia, trying to reassure her.
"I know all about you and your psycho friends!" Petunia screamed. "And now you're brainwashing Mummy and Daddy into thinking it's a good thing and then they'll be just as strange and homicidal as you are!" she said, trying to find the doorknob behind her. Lily was mad again.
"Homicidal?" she yelled. "I don't know who gave you all these outrageous ideas about my daily life, but they are simply insane and incorrect! Why won't you let me just explain?" Lily pleaded.
"So you can load more of your freak propaganda onto me? I don't think so!" Petunia yelled, and with that, bolted out the door and to the safety of the living room.
Lily sat back on the bed, not really sure if what just occurred actually happened. Could her sister be that outraged that Lily was a witch? It wasn't that big of a deal. She admitted, it was a shock when she first got her letter, but that was over three years ago. Petunia seemed to still be affected by it, however. Lily lay back on her bed, and curled up. Is that what everyone thought of her? Was her Mother and Father just pretending to be proud of her and her successes at Hogwarts? She was so confused now, she wished James or Felicity was there with her, anyone from Hogwarts to talk to.