a.n. – I have nothing to say. EEP! That's not good… Oh yes! I DO HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY! I spent seven hours at the dance studio, slaving away my time.
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The clouds looked heavy with rain as Lily finished buying her last and final school supplies. But not even a hurricane could have dampened her brightened spirits about finally getting away from her horrible family. She practically skipped all the way to the Leaky Cauldron.
She reached for the heavy brass handle on the door of the pub . . . and stopped short, noticing a small shop to her right.
"Madame Rosemary's Quirks and Love Spells?" Lily said questioningly, reading the tattered wooden sign. All the mysterious places in Diagon Alley did seem to have old, uninviting signs. Lily had noticed, though, that the more battered it looked, the more fascinating it was inside.
Curious as what 'quirks' were defined as in the magical world, Lily went into the shop. Inside, it was filled with a musky smell, and lots of cracked jars with interesting labels. Lily leaned over to read on label that read 'grindylow' on it.
What on earth is a grindylow? She thought, her happiness fading into curiosity. She moved her finger towards the jar to see if she could take it out. Abruptly the "grindylow" squelched itself against the jar, its beady eyes locked on her. Lily leapt backwards with a shriek. She decided it wise not to examine anything in this shop too closely.
There were some interesting signs curled up at the edges that read rather disgusting sale items such as 'Dragon Spleens Cheap! Three for 4 Sickles!' or 'Pig Snouts: Reduced Price of 3 Galleons!' Lily shuddered.
She was backing way towards the entrance when she accidentally bumped into a table. Afraid she'd knocked something over; she whirled around, ready to mutter any apology that spilled from her lips. A woman with frizzy black hair hidden behind a large, gauzy purple scarf sat calmly at the table, and looked as though she didn't even know Lily was there. Her eyes were closed, revealing dark blue eye shadow. Lily decided not to bother this strange gypsy-like woman so she quickly moved closer to the door.
"Welcome to Madame Rosemary's, Lily Evans." The strange woman said in a soft, musical voice.
Shocked, Lily turned around. "How did you know my name?"
"The Fates have informed me." She said blatantly, in a mystical voice.
"Oh." Lily said. There really was no other option on how to say 'oh, I see, you're crazy. Goodbye.'
"Sit, my child. Would you like your fortune told?" Madame Rosemary asked. Lily pulled out a pouf to sit on; there was no other option that was polite. A crystal ball sat in the middle of the table, omitting bright white light. Lily looked skeptically at the large glass ball. She'd heard about terrible things people had done once they'd found out the future of their lives.
"I guess so." She admitted truthfully.
"Gaze into the crystal ball." Madame Rosemary instructed. Lily did as told, and warily opened her eyes.
The ball slowly changed from white, to light pink, to dark pink, to purple and back to dark pink. Madame Rosemary waved her long ring-clad fingers over the crystal ball, humming a tuneless song softly. Lily quirked an eyebrow and was suddenly sure she definitely didn't want to know the outcome of her future.
"Gaze deeply into the crystal ball." The woman said again.
Lily tried her best to look into to deep smoggy pink ball but nothing appeared to her. She tried harder, concentrating on nothing else. Amazingly enough, she began to see shapes. Her fingers gripped the table so hard her fingers hurt and her knuckles turned white. She couldn't look away. The figure started to become clearer and clearer and soon it was so visible it was like Lily was watching a movie.
There was a woman… with dark red hair, strangely enough just like her own. And there was a man with wild, crazy black hair with sparkling brown eyes. They were holding a baby that seemed to be cooing, but Lily couldn't tell, as there was no sound.
Then the picture flashed forward a bit and it showed a dark-hooded man point a… wand at the young couple and shout something. Before a practically blinding flash of green light fill up the crystal ball, the black haired man gave the girl a quick peck on the cheek and they both fell to the ground, lifeless. The image flickered and then disappeared. Lily's face was white with fear, and she felt a nauseous feeling sweep over her. She forced her gaze away. Her fingers were clammy. She brushed a flyway piece of hair out of her face.
"What did you see?" Madame Rosemary asked kindly.
"N-nothing," Lily said shakily before bolting out the door. She could have sworn she heard Madame Rosemary cackle.
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That was too short I know, but I had to get that chapter out! Hugs to EnglishBrat! HURRAH!