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Chapter 2- More Problems
Petunia continued to flip through the useless photo album long after Lily had left the room. She felt numb in response to the great mixture of thoughts running through her head. First of all, she felt guilty. She had put her friend Mildred up to pasting the pictures in her junky album full of pictures that were doubles or ones that hadn't come out quite right. Petunia HAD wanted attention and to get her quite perfect sister in trouble for once. She also felt guilty because she realized how awful she could be to her sister. She was also angry with her sister for some of her comments. A wave of uncertainty also washed over as she thought over the circumstances of her birth. She had always suspected that her parents had just felt sorry for her sister, but she was now positive that Lily was preferred by a wide margin.
~*Lily's Room*~
Lily dabbed her trembling porcelain cheek with her embroidered handkerchief to remove the remnants of tears that had just finished running down her face. She couldn't stand fighting with her sister because of the pain it caused their mother. She couldn't believe that Petunia thought she'd do something so malicious and accuse her of attention seeking.
'She doesn't know anything about me,' thought Lily to herself.
Lily began leafing through her newspaper once again and was finishing her reading of things that should never be said to a hippogriff when she heard a door slam. She got up and headed downstairs.
"Liiill-y, hoo are ye?"
"I'm fine Uncle Philip," groaned the 16 year old as she took in the sight of her intoxicated uncle.
"I've just been down at the pub!"
"I can tell," replied Lily, making a face as the smell of her relative reached her. She wanted to cry whenever she saw him in this state. He was a good person, but he couldn't be counted on for anything when he had his drink taken. She couldn't stand to be around him when he was like this and whenever this kind of situation arose she cringed and wished he'd stop. She had tried to be tough with him on the days following his binges, but she couldn't help forgiving him. 'Not this time,' she thought to herself, 'he missed my birthday and if I keep forgiving him, it'll never stop.'
"What's that, dear?" Uncle Philip asked with a silly grin on his face, his lips discolored from drinking.
"Nothing," Lily said coolly. Her uncle had lived with the Evans family for nearly as long as Lily had. She had grown up knowing him as a second father and loved him as much as one. She cried and cried when she talked to him on the phone many times, begging him to take a cab home and not drive. It was useless. Even though Philip was equally fond of Lily, it seemed as though nothing could get him to stop.
"All right then, luff," Phil stated as he stumbled off to his room.
'At least he's a happy drunk,' Lily thought glumly to herself. First the incident with Petunia had upset her, and now this to top it all off. She couldn't take any more. She needed to get away. She needed to go back to Hogwarts.
Ok, sorry this "chapter" is short. It's even too short to be called a chapter,really. I promise that the next one will be longer and I should know! I'm writing it.haha ok that was corny but o well. Thank you SOOOOO much for reading this!!
Petunia continued to flip through the useless photo album long after Lily had left the room. She felt numb in response to the great mixture of thoughts running through her head. First of all, she felt guilty. She had put her friend Mildred up to pasting the pictures in her junky album full of pictures that were doubles or ones that hadn't come out quite right. Petunia HAD wanted attention and to get her quite perfect sister in trouble for once. She also felt guilty because she realized how awful she could be to her sister. She was also angry with her sister for some of her comments. A wave of uncertainty also washed over as she thought over the circumstances of her birth. She had always suspected that her parents had just felt sorry for her sister, but she was now positive that Lily was preferred by a wide margin.
~*Lily's Room*~
Lily dabbed her trembling porcelain cheek with her embroidered handkerchief to remove the remnants of tears that had just finished running down her face. She couldn't stand fighting with her sister because of the pain it caused their mother. She couldn't believe that Petunia thought she'd do something so malicious and accuse her of attention seeking.
'She doesn't know anything about me,' thought Lily to herself.
Lily began leafing through her newspaper once again and was finishing her reading of things that should never be said to a hippogriff when she heard a door slam. She got up and headed downstairs.
"Liiill-y, hoo are ye?"
"I'm fine Uncle Philip," groaned the 16 year old as she took in the sight of her intoxicated uncle.
"I've just been down at the pub!"
"I can tell," replied Lily, making a face as the smell of her relative reached her. She wanted to cry whenever she saw him in this state. He was a good person, but he couldn't be counted on for anything when he had his drink taken. She couldn't stand to be around him when he was like this and whenever this kind of situation arose she cringed and wished he'd stop. She had tried to be tough with him on the days following his binges, but she couldn't help forgiving him. 'Not this time,' she thought to herself, 'he missed my birthday and if I keep forgiving him, it'll never stop.'
"What's that, dear?" Uncle Philip asked with a silly grin on his face, his lips discolored from drinking.
"Nothing," Lily said coolly. Her uncle had lived with the Evans family for nearly as long as Lily had. She had grown up knowing him as a second father and loved him as much as one. She cried and cried when she talked to him on the phone many times, begging him to take a cab home and not drive. It was useless. Even though Philip was equally fond of Lily, it seemed as though nothing could get him to stop.
"All right then, luff," Phil stated as he stumbled off to his room.
'At least he's a happy drunk,' Lily thought glumly to herself. First the incident with Petunia had upset her, and now this to top it all off. She couldn't take any more. She needed to get away. She needed to go back to Hogwarts.
Ok, sorry this "chapter" is short. It's even too short to be called a chapter,really. I promise that the next one will be longer and I should know! I'm writing it.haha ok that was corny but o well. Thank you SOOOOO much for reading this!!