Lily Potter sat on her bed, parchment and quill sitting on her lap.
Dipping the feather into the ink, she began writing to Daniel.
She had brown hair that fell just below her should, and pretty blue eyes. Her skin had a peach complection. There was a light layer of make-up on her narrow face.
Two knocks on the door later, and her sister Ashura walked in. Ashura's green eyes were wide with curosity. She had long brown hair, which fell down her thin back.
"What are you doing?" she asked. Lily looked up at her.
"I'm writing a letter to Daniel," Lily replied. Ashura smirked.
"Daniel? Again?!" she giggled. Lily rolled her eyes. "I don't send letters as much as you do! You use up all the parchment in the whole house in a week!!!"
"That's because they don't reply. At least he writes back, unlike your 'friends' from Beauxbatons....." Lily snapped coldly. Ashura glared at her.
"Oh, ow, that hurt!" she sneered, sarcastically, "I think I'll go run to mummy, and cry!"
"Go away, will you?! I'm busy!" Lily said, looking at her letter. She tied it to her owl's leg. It chirped, and flew out the window.
"I'll go away when-" Ashura started, the sneer still playing on her lips. Their mother burst in, fear covering her face.
"Oh, Ashura, Lily, thank goodness you are here!" she gasped, "We have got to leave, now!"
"Why Mom?" Lily asked, frowning. Dagmar Potter looked around, frowning.
"Your father and I have been caught!!" Dagmar announced, "We have to leave for France. They said to come back quickly. Pack your stuff, girls."
"Yes, Mum," Ashura said, walking out. Lily got up, nodding, and pulled her trunk out from under her bed. Dagmar used a spell to shrink her items, as she packed them.
When everything was packed for her first daughter, she left for Ashura's room. "How are you doing?" she asked.
"Not so well," Ashura admitted, looking at her trunk, which was already full. Sighing, Dagmar shrunk everything, helping to get it all in.
Her husband, Lionel, stuck his head in. "Honey, are you all ready?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied. Lionel nodded.
"Then we should get going," he mused, "Flo Powder, or broomstick?"
"Flo powder," Dagmar said. Lily pulled her trunk over.
"So where in France are we going?" she asked.
"To my sister's, of course," Dagmar said, helping Lily pull the trunk, while Lionel helped Ashura.
"To Paris!" Dagmar yelled, throwing the powder into the fire. One by one, with their trunks, they left through the fire.
She had brown hair that fell just below her should, and pretty blue eyes. Her skin had a peach complection. There was a light layer of make-up on her narrow face.
Two knocks on the door later, and her sister Ashura walked in. Ashura's green eyes were wide with curosity. She had long brown hair, which fell down her thin back.
"What are you doing?" she asked. Lily looked up at her.
"I'm writing a letter to Daniel," Lily replied. Ashura smirked.
"Daniel? Again?!" she giggled. Lily rolled her eyes. "I don't send letters as much as you do! You use up all the parchment in the whole house in a week!!!"
"That's because they don't reply. At least he writes back, unlike your 'friends' from Beauxbatons....." Lily snapped coldly. Ashura glared at her.
"Oh, ow, that hurt!" she sneered, sarcastically, "I think I'll go run to mummy, and cry!"
"Go away, will you?! I'm busy!" Lily said, looking at her letter. She tied it to her owl's leg. It chirped, and flew out the window.
"I'll go away when-" Ashura started, the sneer still playing on her lips. Their mother burst in, fear covering her face.
"Oh, Ashura, Lily, thank goodness you are here!" she gasped, "We have got to leave, now!"
"Why Mom?" Lily asked, frowning. Dagmar Potter looked around, frowning.
"Your father and I have been caught!!" Dagmar announced, "We have to leave for France. They said to come back quickly. Pack your stuff, girls."
"Yes, Mum," Ashura said, walking out. Lily got up, nodding, and pulled her trunk out from under her bed. Dagmar used a spell to shrink her items, as she packed them.
When everything was packed for her first daughter, she left for Ashura's room. "How are you doing?" she asked.
"Not so well," Ashura admitted, looking at her trunk, which was already full. Sighing, Dagmar shrunk everything, helping to get it all in.
Her husband, Lionel, stuck his head in. "Honey, are you all ready?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied. Lionel nodded.
"Then we should get going," he mused, "Flo Powder, or broomstick?"
"Flo powder," Dagmar said. Lily pulled her trunk over.
"So where in France are we going?" she asked.
"To my sister's, of course," Dagmar said, helping Lily pull the trunk, while Lionel helped Ashura.
"To Paris!" Dagmar yelled, throwing the powder into the fire. One by one, with their trunks, they left through the fire.