Chapter Two
"Hey, look, Dad! Lily's back," William said to Sean and James, a finger pointed at the door where his sister stood, mouth agape. The package of noodles that Lily had held in her hand slipped through her limp fingers and fell to the floor. The noise seemed to wake the girl from her silent reverie, and she hastily bent down to gather the dinner.
"Good morning, Master Potter," Lily said politely, trying to act like he was just any other tenant, "Welcome to the Laurenn Bed and Breakfast. I trust you'll enjoy your stay here. But if you'll excuse me, I must attend to luncheon." She gave him a nod of greeting and hurried off through a door to her left, presumably the kitchen.
James managed a weak wave in Lily's direction, she looked so familiar, yet he couldn't quite place her, and that unnerved him. But what surprised him most is how clichéd she was. There she had stood a beautiful, gorgeous, small town girl, with small town values. She lived with her family, and from what he could gather, took care of all of them. It was like those fairy tales he had read in muggle studies class once. His thoughts were interrupted as Mr. what was his name. Began to speak.
"Ah, yes. That's my daughter, Lily, quite a beauty ain't she? You're not the first man who has eyed her." Mr. Evans, that was it, Evans explained to him.
"I'm not going to lie to you, sir. She is stunning. And charmingly polite, I could only imagine how many beaus she has attracted."
She could here them in there, muffled as they were. They sat there, talking about her and the undying, classic beauty she possessed. She had heard it too many times. It was the same thing; Father talked her up to any eligible man that would come to stay. But every time, one thing was missing. Magic.
That is what Lily called love. She had dubbed it magic, just because of the way 'love' was used as of late. She had seen the twelve year olds of Laurenn, walking around, holding hands, having 'relationships'. They would say, 'I love you' without knowing to any extent what it actually meant. Of course Lily wouldn't go up to her husband (when she found one that is) and say 'I magic you'. But, in her head, she called it magic.
As soon as Lily had taken the bread out of the oven, where it had been cozily toasting, she added the contents of the submarine sandwiches to pieces and put an olive toothpick in each top half. She took her chef's knife and neatly cut each hoagie at slight angle for aesthetic purposes. Lily sighed and took a step back to admire her handy work before wiping her hands on her apron. Upon entering the living room, she announced lunch would soon be served in the dining room, and left to pour the drinks. She bustled about the kitchen, icing the tea and adding a dash of lemon and a pinch of cinnamon, her special ingredient, which made Evans' Iced Tea the favourite summer beverage of the Laurenn children and adults alike.
On a tray she brought out the drinks to where they were now seated around the dining table, much as a restaurant waitress would. Her father gave her a nod of recognition, and William gave her his thanks.
James smiled at her, graciously accepting the glass, "Do you need any help, Lily?"
Lily was just turning around to go back into the kitchen to grab the sandwiches and her now empty tray clattered to the floor. She disregarded James' comment and quickly snatched the platter back up. The redhead then continued into the other room as though she hadn't heard anything.
"What was that?" Sean asked his tone of voice was sniffing outrage, staring pointedly at the young man.
James looked around the room bewilderedly, "What are you referring to?" he inquired as William stared at him, looking much as James felt.
"Asking Lily if she needed help. She's the woman here, it's her place to cook and clean. You will see that my daughter knows those rules very well. She never speaks unless spoken to and is always polite." James assumed Lily was not the only one with old-fashioned values, "Don't look at me like that! With that expression on your face like I don't love my own offspring! I love that girl more than life itself, and I want to get her out of this nowhere town to where she deserves to be. But while she is here, it is her duty to do household chores."
"I-I'm sorry sir. I." James started, but he never got the chance to complete his sentence as Mr. Evans had interjected.
"Oh, Mr. Potter, forgive me! Here I am, berating you, and you are the one who is going to be putting food on my table! I am the one who is sorry!"
"Quite alright, really, Mr. Evans. Don't worry about it." James said, half dazedly. Right at that moment, Lily came in carrying the subs on the same platter. She stopped at each place, putting a sandwich down. James looked up at the young girl, no wonder she was so polite. When Lily took her seat, they all settled down for a meal full of pleasant company and conversation, Sean's haranguing lay forgotten.
Lily, who had been very quite in the first place, stopped talking all together when the topic of conversation landed on her.
"My Lily was Head girl and at the top of her classes when she was at school, you know?" Sean Evans paused, taking a slight sip of his iced tea, "As soon as we get enough money, she's going to study to become a medi- witch."
James, who followed Mr. Evans' suit and had taken a substantial gulp of his drink, promptly spit it back into his glass, "Beg pardon, sir?"
"He said I wanted to immerse in medical studies," Lily replied hastily, giving her father a death glare, "Well then, if everyone is finished, I'll just clear the table." And that was the last James had seen of Lily until late that night.
"Hey, look, Dad! Lily's back," William said to Sean and James, a finger pointed at the door where his sister stood, mouth agape. The package of noodles that Lily had held in her hand slipped through her limp fingers and fell to the floor. The noise seemed to wake the girl from her silent reverie, and she hastily bent down to gather the dinner.
"Good morning, Master Potter," Lily said politely, trying to act like he was just any other tenant, "Welcome to the Laurenn Bed and Breakfast. I trust you'll enjoy your stay here. But if you'll excuse me, I must attend to luncheon." She gave him a nod of greeting and hurried off through a door to her left, presumably the kitchen.
James managed a weak wave in Lily's direction, she looked so familiar, yet he couldn't quite place her, and that unnerved him. But what surprised him most is how clichéd she was. There she had stood a beautiful, gorgeous, small town girl, with small town values. She lived with her family, and from what he could gather, took care of all of them. It was like those fairy tales he had read in muggle studies class once. His thoughts were interrupted as Mr. what was his name. Began to speak.
"Ah, yes. That's my daughter, Lily, quite a beauty ain't she? You're not the first man who has eyed her." Mr. Evans, that was it, Evans explained to him.
"I'm not going to lie to you, sir. She is stunning. And charmingly polite, I could only imagine how many beaus she has attracted."
She could here them in there, muffled as they were. They sat there, talking about her and the undying, classic beauty she possessed. She had heard it too many times. It was the same thing; Father talked her up to any eligible man that would come to stay. But every time, one thing was missing. Magic.
That is what Lily called love. She had dubbed it magic, just because of the way 'love' was used as of late. She had seen the twelve year olds of Laurenn, walking around, holding hands, having 'relationships'. They would say, 'I love you' without knowing to any extent what it actually meant. Of course Lily wouldn't go up to her husband (when she found one that is) and say 'I magic you'. But, in her head, she called it magic.
As soon as Lily had taken the bread out of the oven, where it had been cozily toasting, she added the contents of the submarine sandwiches to pieces and put an olive toothpick in each top half. She took her chef's knife and neatly cut each hoagie at slight angle for aesthetic purposes. Lily sighed and took a step back to admire her handy work before wiping her hands on her apron. Upon entering the living room, she announced lunch would soon be served in the dining room, and left to pour the drinks. She bustled about the kitchen, icing the tea and adding a dash of lemon and a pinch of cinnamon, her special ingredient, which made Evans' Iced Tea the favourite summer beverage of the Laurenn children and adults alike.
On a tray she brought out the drinks to where they were now seated around the dining table, much as a restaurant waitress would. Her father gave her a nod of recognition, and William gave her his thanks.
James smiled at her, graciously accepting the glass, "Do you need any help, Lily?"
Lily was just turning around to go back into the kitchen to grab the sandwiches and her now empty tray clattered to the floor. She disregarded James' comment and quickly snatched the platter back up. The redhead then continued into the other room as though she hadn't heard anything.
"What was that?" Sean asked his tone of voice was sniffing outrage, staring pointedly at the young man.
James looked around the room bewilderedly, "What are you referring to?" he inquired as William stared at him, looking much as James felt.
"Asking Lily if she needed help. She's the woman here, it's her place to cook and clean. You will see that my daughter knows those rules very well. She never speaks unless spoken to and is always polite." James assumed Lily was not the only one with old-fashioned values, "Don't look at me like that! With that expression on your face like I don't love my own offspring! I love that girl more than life itself, and I want to get her out of this nowhere town to where she deserves to be. But while she is here, it is her duty to do household chores."
"I-I'm sorry sir. I." James started, but he never got the chance to complete his sentence as Mr. Evans had interjected.
"Oh, Mr. Potter, forgive me! Here I am, berating you, and you are the one who is going to be putting food on my table! I am the one who is sorry!"
"Quite alright, really, Mr. Evans. Don't worry about it." James said, half dazedly. Right at that moment, Lily came in carrying the subs on the same platter. She stopped at each place, putting a sandwich down. James looked up at the young girl, no wonder she was so polite. When Lily took her seat, they all settled down for a meal full of pleasant company and conversation, Sean's haranguing lay forgotten.
Lily, who had been very quite in the first place, stopped talking all together when the topic of conversation landed on her.
"My Lily was Head girl and at the top of her classes when she was at school, you know?" Sean Evans paused, taking a slight sip of his iced tea, "As soon as we get enough money, she's going to study to become a medi- witch."
James, who followed Mr. Evans' suit and had taken a substantial gulp of his drink, promptly spit it back into his glass, "Beg pardon, sir?"
"He said I wanted to immerse in medical studies," Lily replied hastily, giving her father a death glare, "Well then, if everyone is finished, I'll just clear the table." And that was the last James had seen of Lily until late that night.
