The next day, Lily came running into the Potter's house holding something that looked like a letter.
'James Potter, this is NOT funny!' she shouted. James, Sirius, Alicia and Mr. and Mrs. Potter all came into the entrance hall where she was standing from different directions.
'What did I do?' asked James.
'Well, just because maybe I have a slightly stereotyped view of witches and wizards, which, by the way doesn't matter because they don't exist, you send me this stupid letter. And you get an owl to deliver it. An owl! Did you actually expect me to believe it? Oh yes there is definitely a Hogwarts and a platform nine and three quarters. You could have at least made it slightly believable. There is no such thing as platform nine and three quarters. And honestly, where are you supposed to buy a wand? And a cauldron? If this is what you do in your spare time you have an amazingly sad life!' With that she chucked the letter at James ('Ouch!') and stormed off.
'Mum!' James said.
'What dear?' Mrs. Potter said.
'It's real. Lily's a witch!'
'Are you sure? You didn't do this to her James?'
'No! Look for yourself!' he handed the letter to his mother.
'You're right. I better go and talk to her and her family.'
* * *
Half an hour later Mrs. Potter was still trying to convince Lily.
'Lily, dear, the letter is real. You are a witch.'
'I can't be witch. I'm not an old hag!'
'Lily, I'm a witch. Look I'll show you something magic.'
Lily looked up. 'Really?'
Mrs. Potter smiled. She took out her wand, said 'Wingardium Leviosa', and the book Lily was reading rose up into the air.
'Am I really a witch?'
'Yes. You are really a witch, and so are Alicia, James and Sirius.'
'Ok.'
* * *
The Potters, Sirius and Lily were all in Diagon Alley. they had just gotten Lily an account at Gringotts. They were on their way to get wands, when James and Sirius saw something and ran up to a shop, their noses pressed against the glass.
'Wow' said Sirius.
'I know.' said James.
Lily walked over to see what they were looking at, expecting something amazing. She suffered a severe letdown. 'What, haven't you guys ever seen a broom before? I mean, I guess the broom is a great invention, but who cares about cleaning enough to pay 100 galleons for a broom?'
James and Sirius stared at her in amazement. 'You would use a broom, a Nimbus 1000, for cleaning?'
'What else do you use brooms for? Unless you wanted to put it on display.'
'Quidditch.'
'That's not even a word.'
'Of course it's a word. It's a sport.' James said exasperatingly.
'The best sport.' added Sirius.
'You're going to tell me all about it aren't you?'
'Yep. Quidditch is…'
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