Hi my name's Lily and this is my first fanfic I've ever written.that being
said this is PROBABLY gonna suck, especially at the beginning, so ANY
reviews will help.say it with me now, "CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM". Anyway, I
hope you like this story, its been floating around in my mind for the last
few days so I decided to give fanfiction writing my first shot. PLEASE
review.and if truthfully you don't like it, say so.and if enough people
don't like it, I might just have to end it right here, right now.ok its
Christmas and even though I'm Jewish I don't like feeling sad today! So
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW and make me a happy girl!.wow sounded waaaay less
corny in my head.just PLEASE review and ENJOY!
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HURRICANE
BY LILY P
The Evans sisters - forever in everyone's minds as perfect. From the first time Sophia walked onto the Hogwarts Express to the last glimpse anyone had of the quintet, they had been the ideal- the girls every guy wanted, the girls every other girl secretly wanted to be. At the crucial year in their lives, Claire had been a third year, Becca a fourth, Madeline a fifth, Lily a sixth, and Sophia in her final year.
The Evans' were born to a Muggle family, with the eldest daughter, Petunia, as the only non-magical child. All the daughters were fair-skinned with varying shades of red hair, bright eyes, and dazzling smiles. They were all brilliant, at the tops of their respective classes. And while most people saw the Evans as their own tight-knit group, each had a their own distinctive personality and group of outside friends.
The Evans' parents, Lawrence and Miranda, were overprotective of their daughters. Overprotective being an understatement. They were Muggles, and while they were proud of their daughters, they were still paranoid that something would happen to their precious children. They learned to use Owl Post to keep close tabs on Sophia, Lily, Madeline, Becca, and Claire while they were at Hogwarts, and practically kept Petunia under lock and key back home in England. The witch-daughters were practically bombarded with letters, hearing from their parents in the morning and at night, on a good day. Mostly they were harmless reminders- stay out of trouble, always finish your homework, wear a sweater when it snows- but above all, every letter stressed the biggest rule- NO BOYS.
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HURRICANE
BY LILY P
The Evans sisters - forever in everyone's minds as perfect. From the first time Sophia walked onto the Hogwarts Express to the last glimpse anyone had of the quintet, they had been the ideal- the girls every guy wanted, the girls every other girl secretly wanted to be. At the crucial year in their lives, Claire had been a third year, Becca a fourth, Madeline a fifth, Lily a sixth, and Sophia in her final year.
The Evans' were born to a Muggle family, with the eldest daughter, Petunia, as the only non-magical child. All the daughters were fair-skinned with varying shades of red hair, bright eyes, and dazzling smiles. They were all brilliant, at the tops of their respective classes. And while most people saw the Evans as their own tight-knit group, each had a their own distinctive personality and group of outside friends.
The Evans' parents, Lawrence and Miranda, were overprotective of their daughters. Overprotective being an understatement. They were Muggles, and while they were proud of their daughters, they were still paranoid that something would happen to their precious children. They learned to use Owl Post to keep close tabs on Sophia, Lily, Madeline, Becca, and Claire while they were at Hogwarts, and practically kept Petunia under lock and key back home in England. The witch-daughters were practically bombarded with letters, hearing from their parents in the morning and at night, on a good day. Mostly they were harmless reminders- stay out of trouble, always finish your homework, wear a sweater when it snows- but above all, every letter stressed the biggest rule- NO BOYS.