"Her eyes, they said, were unlike any others. Her face was radiant like the
sun. Her hair a crown upon her head. Her kindness was well known and her
beauty was loved. She was said to be the most glorious of all the people
who walked the earth. Sent from Heaven, she was taken too soon. She was
amazing. Her laugh was joyful and surprising. Her voice sounded like a
choir of angels singing and her hair fell in golden locks. She told the
stories in a voice that seemed to be as if she wrote them. She wore colors
of the world and never seemed to be sad."
That was what her mother always told her about that precious grandmother she had never met. She was the most beautiful woman on earth. And she, the granddaughter, was a living clone of that woman.
Lily Kaitlyn Evans was beautiful. Her hair fell straight onto her shoulders and surrounded her like a golden veil. It was a reddish-gold and suited her perfectly. Her smooth tanned skin held freckles. Her eyes were an emerald color. She was seventeen and not the ordinary girl. She was a witch at a magical school called Hogwarts. She was popular there.
That was what her mother always told her about that precious grandmother she had never met. She was the most beautiful woman on earth. And she, the granddaughter, was a living clone of that woman.
Lily Kaitlyn Evans was beautiful. Her hair fell straight onto her shoulders and surrounded her like a golden veil. It was a reddish-gold and suited her perfectly. Her smooth tanned skin held freckles. Her eyes were an emerald color. She was seventeen and not the ordinary girl. She was a witch at a magical school called Hogwarts. She was popular there.
