Chapter 1: Meet the Marauders!
Lily stared down from the plain, looking bored. Long locks of fiery hair fell down her back with half of it pulled up in to a clip. Her vibrant green eyes hidden by the brown contacts that she wore in order to look normal in her home, Japan, were slightly washed out due to the multitude of tears. Her elder sister Petunia's interest was fixed completely on her notebook, instead of her twelve-year-old sister. Her father was busy checking the papers, maps, documents and his book. Their whole family, which didn't consist of much, was moving to England. Someplace to which Lily wasn't sure were it was located.
Lily was exceedingly bitter about the move from Japan. She would miss everything from her fighting lesson, friend, and even her unconformable kimono. Never being one for change herself, she was dreading the whole change. Kaiya, her best in the entire world would probably never see her again. Even worse her dad wouldn't even let her really talk to her magical friends anymore. Not even talk to Kaiya!
Looking down at her own notebook, she realized everything really had changed. She probably wouldn't even be able to write in her own language again. Spells that she would learn might not be what she knew. Many things would most likely go very wrong with the language, writing and most likely the language. Panicking she wrote down everything that came to mind either names, places, books, movies, titles, old homework assignments, mathematical problems. Some were in Japanese some in clumsy English figures that really looked like the Egyptian prehistoric writing that could barely be deciphered.
Petunia, seeing her sister's panic placed a gentile and calming hand on her shoulder. She may have not been the best sister sometimes, but she was always there for Lily when se really needed her. She wrote something down on her notebook and handed it to Lily. This was probably the most comforting thing that her sister had ever done for her. The note that Petunia had scribbled to Lily read,
"Lily I'll miss our home too, but I'll try to help you out till school starts. Dad will eventually let you connect with your friends. So just don't worry about the language, or anything that is different. We're a family and we'll stick together weather we like it or not. Sometimes I think that was what dad was really aiming for when we decided to move.
Petty
P.S. You won't forget the language so quit panicking! It's driving me CRAZY! If you worry to much try to keep a journal like dad told me to do."
That ended up being what Lily did for the rest of the plain ride. Page after page letter upon letter, journal entry after journal entry, she wrote down everything that she could think of. Her first journal entry read.
"Dear Journal,
My name is Lily Evans. My family and I are all moving to London, England. From what I've heard it's dreary and boring. I used to live in Japan, and I was extremely happy there. I can barely write in the dreaded (to me anyway) language. Saying the words is a completely different story. The words are like trying to converse with a chicken! It sounds like complete gibberish!
I just remembered something! My mother, before she passed away, always used to tell me to describe myself in a journal like I would to a blind person. Like, trying to help them get the whole picture of me. Well I'm slightly on the small side, very petty, due to eating with chopsticks (and very small amounts of food. Plus my mother was always small) and not with my hands or forks like my sister and father. My eyes are a stunning emerald, turquoise, mixed with jade. A few flecks of silver and gold are around there somewhere. My eyes are my absolute favorite part of my appearance. My hair is long and red, very different from all of my friends back home. Sometimes the boys at school would tease me about being redder than a fire truck!
I know that I will be very different from the kids at my new school. I get more work done. And I know that I won't be complaining about the workload. I have to make really good marks so that I don't being shame to my family. I will probably be hard to understand even if I decide that I can talk without getting into too much trouble.
I am also very lucky that my elder sister was born and lived there for the first five years of her life and want to boarding school there for the past three years. I'll have help with most things even if it is just with an owl. I need to go now because the plain is landing and we are meeting some people."
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After getting off of the plane, Lily and her family collected their baggage. A family was supposed to be picking them up. The only thing Lily knew about them was that they lived in an apartment in the same building as them.
A small group of people consisting of three was waiting near the door to the baggage claim. The stout man was holding a sign that said 'Evens'. Upon seeing them he asked, "Are you the Evens?"
Petunia cut in and said, "Evans"
The boy that was standing next to him was just slightly taller than Lily. His hair was a nice sandy blond and his eyes, like Petunia's watery blue eyes, were a watery gray. He still had a little bit, ok to be true a lot of baby fat, but was slightly cute in his own way but didn't look like he could hold on to it.
"Hello, I'm Marvin Pettigrew, and this is my son Peter, and my wife Jane. I apologies about the name mix-up, the letter that we got was slightly smudged." His tone was formal, and his shoulders were slightly tense. A small lady stepped out from behind him. Her eyes were warm and motherly. She looked very little like the boy. Her hair was pulled up into a silver barrette. Mr. Pettigrew looked even less like the boy, Peter she corrected herself. His hair was black and combed back, therefore looking like he had put too much gel in it.
Peter began to tug on his mother's skirt and said something in a very squeaky voice that Lily couldn't quite decipher. Then the lady said something to her husband and from what she could understand he said, "You're right we should go pick up James, Remus, and Srius."
'Who are they?' Lily thought to herself.
She didn't have any more time to ponder, as she was being swept off and into a car in the crowded backseat. The seats smelled of leather, giving her a headache. They stopped off at a busy street and right in the middle of was a shabby looking pub. The sign above it was painted and the paint was peeling.
When Peter stepped inside he immediately walked off. As Lily walked in she heard a booming voice that said, "WHAT YOU HAVE CHEESE IN YOUR PANTS PETER!?"
Another voice said, "Shut up Sirus! You'll get us kicked out again!"
Yet another voice broke in and said, "Give him a break, James. Just because you have to behave doesn't mean that we have too."
The conversation continued, but Lily couldn't understand much more with her naïve English. Finally Peter said something that she could understand. "Guys meet Lily Evans." Signaling for Lily to come over, "Lily meet the infamous Marauders!"
Lily stared down from the plain, looking bored. Long locks of fiery hair fell down her back with half of it pulled up in to a clip. Her vibrant green eyes hidden by the brown contacts that she wore in order to look normal in her home, Japan, were slightly washed out due to the multitude of tears. Her elder sister Petunia's interest was fixed completely on her notebook, instead of her twelve-year-old sister. Her father was busy checking the papers, maps, documents and his book. Their whole family, which didn't consist of much, was moving to England. Someplace to which Lily wasn't sure were it was located.
Lily was exceedingly bitter about the move from Japan. She would miss everything from her fighting lesson, friend, and even her unconformable kimono. Never being one for change herself, she was dreading the whole change. Kaiya, her best in the entire world would probably never see her again. Even worse her dad wouldn't even let her really talk to her magical friends anymore. Not even talk to Kaiya!
Looking down at her own notebook, she realized everything really had changed. She probably wouldn't even be able to write in her own language again. Spells that she would learn might not be what she knew. Many things would most likely go very wrong with the language, writing and most likely the language. Panicking she wrote down everything that came to mind either names, places, books, movies, titles, old homework assignments, mathematical problems. Some were in Japanese some in clumsy English figures that really looked like the Egyptian prehistoric writing that could barely be deciphered.
Petunia, seeing her sister's panic placed a gentile and calming hand on her shoulder. She may have not been the best sister sometimes, but she was always there for Lily when se really needed her. She wrote something down on her notebook and handed it to Lily. This was probably the most comforting thing that her sister had ever done for her. The note that Petunia had scribbled to Lily read,
"Lily I'll miss our home too, but I'll try to help you out till school starts. Dad will eventually let you connect with your friends. So just don't worry about the language, or anything that is different. We're a family and we'll stick together weather we like it or not. Sometimes I think that was what dad was really aiming for when we decided to move.
Petty
P.S. You won't forget the language so quit panicking! It's driving me CRAZY! If you worry to much try to keep a journal like dad told me to do."
That ended up being what Lily did for the rest of the plain ride. Page after page letter upon letter, journal entry after journal entry, she wrote down everything that she could think of. Her first journal entry read.
"Dear Journal,
My name is Lily Evans. My family and I are all moving to London, England. From what I've heard it's dreary and boring. I used to live in Japan, and I was extremely happy there. I can barely write in the dreaded (to me anyway) language. Saying the words is a completely different story. The words are like trying to converse with a chicken! It sounds like complete gibberish!
I just remembered something! My mother, before she passed away, always used to tell me to describe myself in a journal like I would to a blind person. Like, trying to help them get the whole picture of me. Well I'm slightly on the small side, very petty, due to eating with chopsticks (and very small amounts of food. Plus my mother was always small) and not with my hands or forks like my sister and father. My eyes are a stunning emerald, turquoise, mixed with jade. A few flecks of silver and gold are around there somewhere. My eyes are my absolute favorite part of my appearance. My hair is long and red, very different from all of my friends back home. Sometimes the boys at school would tease me about being redder than a fire truck!
I know that I will be very different from the kids at my new school. I get more work done. And I know that I won't be complaining about the workload. I have to make really good marks so that I don't being shame to my family. I will probably be hard to understand even if I decide that I can talk without getting into too much trouble.
I am also very lucky that my elder sister was born and lived there for the first five years of her life and want to boarding school there for the past three years. I'll have help with most things even if it is just with an owl. I need to go now because the plain is landing and we are meeting some people."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After getting off of the plane, Lily and her family collected their baggage. A family was supposed to be picking them up. The only thing Lily knew about them was that they lived in an apartment in the same building as them.
A small group of people consisting of three was waiting near the door to the baggage claim. The stout man was holding a sign that said 'Evens'. Upon seeing them he asked, "Are you the Evens?"
Petunia cut in and said, "Evans"
The boy that was standing next to him was just slightly taller than Lily. His hair was a nice sandy blond and his eyes, like Petunia's watery blue eyes, were a watery gray. He still had a little bit, ok to be true a lot of baby fat, but was slightly cute in his own way but didn't look like he could hold on to it.
"Hello, I'm Marvin Pettigrew, and this is my son Peter, and my wife Jane. I apologies about the name mix-up, the letter that we got was slightly smudged." His tone was formal, and his shoulders were slightly tense. A small lady stepped out from behind him. Her eyes were warm and motherly. She looked very little like the boy. Her hair was pulled up into a silver barrette. Mr. Pettigrew looked even less like the boy, Peter she corrected herself. His hair was black and combed back, therefore looking like he had put too much gel in it.
Peter began to tug on his mother's skirt and said something in a very squeaky voice that Lily couldn't quite decipher. Then the lady said something to her husband and from what she could understand he said, "You're right we should go pick up James, Remus, and Srius."
'Who are they?' Lily thought to herself.
She didn't have any more time to ponder, as she was being swept off and into a car in the crowded backseat. The seats smelled of leather, giving her a headache. They stopped off at a busy street and right in the middle of was a shabby looking pub. The sign above it was painted and the paint was peeling.
When Peter stepped inside he immediately walked off. As Lily walked in she heard a booming voice that said, "WHAT YOU HAVE CHEESE IN YOUR PANTS PETER!?"
Another voice said, "Shut up Sirus! You'll get us kicked out again!"
Yet another voice broke in and said, "Give him a break, James. Just because you have to behave doesn't mean that we have too."
The conversation continued, but Lily couldn't understand much more with her naïve English. Finally Peter said something that she could understand. "Guys meet Lily Evans." Signaling for Lily to come over, "Lily meet the infamous Marauders!"
