Lily Evans, a petite girl at the height of 4'5 at the age of ten she was
one of the most beautiful girls ever known. Her green eyes shone like
emeralds next to her pale completion, wavy scarlet locks cascaded past her
waist. She had rosy cheeks and a slim, curved body.
"LILY CAITLIN EVANS!" the shrill voice of her sister, Petunia, carried up the stairway towards the attic where Lily slept. "LILY EVANS, NOW!"
Lily grinned when she heard Petunia stamp her foot and stomp loudly into the dining room. "Mum!" Petunia wailed, "The lazy leech isn't up yet!"
Amanda Evans sighed wearily, "Simon really! This has got to stop! The spoiled brat lies there, while we work." Lilys' mother said in a posh accent. Reading her book and daintily sipping her tea.
It was obvious that Petunia was the favoured daughter. Lily was never sure why. Her parents never remembered her birthday. It was actually tomorrow, August 1st. Even thought the Evans' had plenty of money, and had employed three maids, Lily found herself being a serving girl as well. If she didn't finish her jobs properly or on time she would be punished.
"LILY! COME HERE IMMEDIATELY!" shouted Lily's father Simon. "DAMMIT GIRL! I MEAN NOW!"
"Yes sir, you're honourable wish is my command." Lily retorted hotly. With that she swept out of her room and slammed the door after her.
"Lily Evans, stop acting like a spoilt two-year-old!" Mrs Evans told her sharply.
"Mother, stop berating me," she shot back.
"Why you little..." with that her father slapped her across the face. "Go cook the breakfast, and try not to burn anything."
Tears prickled in the corners of her eyes, but Lily, determined not to show any emotion, turned her heal and left her family in the dinning room. The 10-year-old girl huffed grumpily into the kitchen, her left cheek burning madly.
Ten minutes later the bacon was crackling away in the well-oil fry pan and the toast had been buttered. When she was just about to crack the eggs into the pan, Petunia entered.
Petunia unlike her sister was plain ugly. Her straight blond hair was thin and lifeless, her skin was the colour of sour milk. Petunia was thirteen, although she looked older with her bony figure and love for makeup. Unfortunately with these features, Lily thought she showed an uncanny resemblance to a horse.
But today Petunia looked like a very triumphant horse, which, instead of making Lily angry it made her highly amused.
"So, little Lily not so proud of herself anymore. Hey!" Petunia smirked, "Lilykins been bought down a peg or two?"
Lily, determined to keep calm cracked an egg into the fry pan and watched it cook.
"The bitch had a paddywhack from daddy?" the teenager spat. Lily simply ignoring her, flipped the egg so that now the yoke was facing towards the non-stick surface of the fry pan.
"After this ickle Lily will go to her room and go: boohoo and cry like a baby!" Petunia had no idea that instead of making Lily cross she was her sisters' source of amusement.
"Aww, whatcha gonna do Lily hit me," Petunia said, mistaking the look on Lily's face for anger, instead it was the look Lily always put on to stop herself from laughing.
"What do yo want Petunia?" asked Lily talking to her sister for the first time that morning.
Petunia leered, "Just having a friendly chat to my sister." Petunia flared her nostrils when she mentioned the word "sister" as if she meant crap. Lily wished she wouldn't. When Petunia flared her nostrils, the only thing that didn't make her look 100% like a horse was the fact that she didn't have hair all over her body.
"Petunia, if you want breakfast you might as well leave me alone." Lily said pointedly.
"YOU'VE NO RIGHT TO SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT, LITTLE MISS!" Screeched Petunia at the top of her lungs. With that she burst into fake tears and ran out to the dinning room to complain to her parents.
Lily sighed as she piled bacon, eggs and toast onto each of the family members plate, Petunia was forever telling on her for things she didn't do. Soon her father would be coming into the kitchen and punishing her for whatever lie about her that Petunia had made up. Sure enough five minutes later...
"LILY CAITLIN EVANS!" Her fathers' furious bellows could be heard echoing throughout the hall. He stomped into the kitchen his face a violent shade of purple, in a deathly whisper he proclaimed, "what, Lily Evans is the meaning of this?"
"Of what?" Lily retorted in a calm voice.
"Sarcasm won't help the matter, you know what you did to her!" Mr. Evans said shrilly.
"Nope, sorry, last I heard she was running down the hall wailing like a banshee!" Retorted Lily.
"Let me refresh you're memory shall I! You punched her in the stomach for no reason!" Simon told her venomously.
"You only believe that because Petunia said that! It's always Petty this and Petty that! You've never remembered my birthday! I work here like a servant and she is treated like the princess! I go to this really bad state school where first years get their head flushed down the toilet and Petty goes to the best school in London. I'M YOUR DAUGHTER TOO!" Lily stood next to the stove breathing heavily as if she had just run one hundred miles.
Her father stood in the doorway dumbstruck, blinking stupidly for a second then he snarled, "Why you spoiled thing." He advanced towards her his fist raised high when...
The most peculiar thing happened. The jug of orange juice sitting on the kitchen bench levitated itself in the air then cracked on top of his head. With that Simon Evans promptly fell to the ground, into a deep concussion.
"SIMON!" Came the voice of Amanda from the doorway, "LILY WHAT HAVE YOU DONE Y-Y-YOU, AAGGHHHH! PETUNIA! RING THE AMBULANCE! QUICK!
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Half an hour later Simon Evans had been packed up into an ambulance and transported to a privet hospital in the middle of London, Amanda and Petunia followed, leaving Lily at home to worry about her father.
What on earth did I do? One second the orange juice was on the bench, the next thing I know is that it's nocked him out. It was like magic...
Lily lay on her small mattress, which was situated on the floor of her bedroom. She was waiting for a phone call form her sister or mother to give an indication that he was at least still alive. Determined that thinking of her father would only make her depressed and more upset Lily decided to think of the school she would be attending after the holidays. Scanning her memory for any good recollections of something good that happened at school was no better than thinking of her father. Not one happy thought past through her memory that she enjoyed at the school.
She had no friend there, and was constantly bullied. Lily got top marks in all the subjects, but that didn't help matter, on the contrary, the other students got even more aggressive towards her, claiming she was the teachers pet. With her high marks and pleasing remarks from her teachers, Lily thought her parents might be the slightest bit impressed, but she was wrong. They never cared about anything Lily did, even if it were coming first in the school for an English competition.
Petunia was all they cared about (and money for that matter). Lily never knew why it was just one of those great wonders of the world that no matter how hard you tried, it was impossible to understand.
The ringing of the telephone bought Lily out of her daydream with a lurch. She ran down the stairs three at a time and breathlessly answered the phone.
"Ha!" Lily knew at once this was Petunia, "You're in deep trouble, ickle carrot head, dad's woken up and he is livid with rage! Mum and I are staying here tonight so in the morning you're gonna cop it!" With that Petunia hung up. Lily groaned. She sure was going to "cop it" as Petunia put it.
"Ah! My poor Lilee. What iz zee matter?" Lilys' only friend Bella, the old, French cook asked, standing in the doorway. "Iz it your old farfer zat iz making yoo zo glum? I zay de clumzy oaf should zee where 'e iz going! You cum and 'ave some hot cocoa wid me? Yez?"
Bella led Lily down the corridor and into the servants' quarters, where she bustled around making the cocoa for herself and Lily. While she was waiting, the ten-year-old examined the maids quarters it was spacious enough with a big table a fireplace and a kitchen and three doors that led to the maids' room. Lily liked this place, she had spent many hours talking to her one and only friend between these four walls. The two other employed house-workers were nice but didn't seem to notice Lily that much.
"Ah, my zweet child! You are a hundrezd miles away!" Bella exclaimed, setting the hot cups of cocoa in front of herself and Lily.
"Oh Bella! I swear I have no idea how Simon was knocked out! It was well... kind of like... magic, I mean I dunno, this power of anxiety and hurt washed over me and I wanted to punish him for all the times he neglected me! As I said it was like.. magic!"
Bella opened her mouth, but before she could utter a sound a plump barn owl swooped through the opened window and landed in front of Lily, giving her a tremendous fright.
What was this day! She was depressed with life, her father was going to kill her when he got home and this big vicious owl had just landed in front of her! Was this all that her life had to offer?
"LILY CAITLIN EVANS!" the shrill voice of her sister, Petunia, carried up the stairway towards the attic where Lily slept. "LILY EVANS, NOW!"
Lily grinned when she heard Petunia stamp her foot and stomp loudly into the dining room. "Mum!" Petunia wailed, "The lazy leech isn't up yet!"
Amanda Evans sighed wearily, "Simon really! This has got to stop! The spoiled brat lies there, while we work." Lilys' mother said in a posh accent. Reading her book and daintily sipping her tea.
It was obvious that Petunia was the favoured daughter. Lily was never sure why. Her parents never remembered her birthday. It was actually tomorrow, August 1st. Even thought the Evans' had plenty of money, and had employed three maids, Lily found herself being a serving girl as well. If she didn't finish her jobs properly or on time she would be punished.
"LILY! COME HERE IMMEDIATELY!" shouted Lily's father Simon. "DAMMIT GIRL! I MEAN NOW!"
"Yes sir, you're honourable wish is my command." Lily retorted hotly. With that she swept out of her room and slammed the door after her.
"Lily Evans, stop acting like a spoilt two-year-old!" Mrs Evans told her sharply.
"Mother, stop berating me," she shot back.
"Why you little..." with that her father slapped her across the face. "Go cook the breakfast, and try not to burn anything."
Tears prickled in the corners of her eyes, but Lily, determined not to show any emotion, turned her heal and left her family in the dinning room. The 10-year-old girl huffed grumpily into the kitchen, her left cheek burning madly.
Ten minutes later the bacon was crackling away in the well-oil fry pan and the toast had been buttered. When she was just about to crack the eggs into the pan, Petunia entered.
Petunia unlike her sister was plain ugly. Her straight blond hair was thin and lifeless, her skin was the colour of sour milk. Petunia was thirteen, although she looked older with her bony figure and love for makeup. Unfortunately with these features, Lily thought she showed an uncanny resemblance to a horse.
But today Petunia looked like a very triumphant horse, which, instead of making Lily angry it made her highly amused.
"So, little Lily not so proud of herself anymore. Hey!" Petunia smirked, "Lilykins been bought down a peg or two?"
Lily, determined to keep calm cracked an egg into the fry pan and watched it cook.
"The bitch had a paddywhack from daddy?" the teenager spat. Lily simply ignoring her, flipped the egg so that now the yoke was facing towards the non-stick surface of the fry pan.
"After this ickle Lily will go to her room and go: boohoo and cry like a baby!" Petunia had no idea that instead of making Lily cross she was her sisters' source of amusement.
"Aww, whatcha gonna do Lily hit me," Petunia said, mistaking the look on Lily's face for anger, instead it was the look Lily always put on to stop herself from laughing.
"What do yo want Petunia?" asked Lily talking to her sister for the first time that morning.
Petunia leered, "Just having a friendly chat to my sister." Petunia flared her nostrils when she mentioned the word "sister" as if she meant crap. Lily wished she wouldn't. When Petunia flared her nostrils, the only thing that didn't make her look 100% like a horse was the fact that she didn't have hair all over her body.
"Petunia, if you want breakfast you might as well leave me alone." Lily said pointedly.
"YOU'VE NO RIGHT TO SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT, LITTLE MISS!" Screeched Petunia at the top of her lungs. With that she burst into fake tears and ran out to the dinning room to complain to her parents.
Lily sighed as she piled bacon, eggs and toast onto each of the family members plate, Petunia was forever telling on her for things she didn't do. Soon her father would be coming into the kitchen and punishing her for whatever lie about her that Petunia had made up. Sure enough five minutes later...
"LILY CAITLIN EVANS!" Her fathers' furious bellows could be heard echoing throughout the hall. He stomped into the kitchen his face a violent shade of purple, in a deathly whisper he proclaimed, "what, Lily Evans is the meaning of this?"
"Of what?" Lily retorted in a calm voice.
"Sarcasm won't help the matter, you know what you did to her!" Mr. Evans said shrilly.
"Nope, sorry, last I heard she was running down the hall wailing like a banshee!" Retorted Lily.
"Let me refresh you're memory shall I! You punched her in the stomach for no reason!" Simon told her venomously.
"You only believe that because Petunia said that! It's always Petty this and Petty that! You've never remembered my birthday! I work here like a servant and she is treated like the princess! I go to this really bad state school where first years get their head flushed down the toilet and Petty goes to the best school in London. I'M YOUR DAUGHTER TOO!" Lily stood next to the stove breathing heavily as if she had just run one hundred miles.
Her father stood in the doorway dumbstruck, blinking stupidly for a second then he snarled, "Why you spoiled thing." He advanced towards her his fist raised high when...
The most peculiar thing happened. The jug of orange juice sitting on the kitchen bench levitated itself in the air then cracked on top of his head. With that Simon Evans promptly fell to the ground, into a deep concussion.
"SIMON!" Came the voice of Amanda from the doorway, "LILY WHAT HAVE YOU DONE Y-Y-YOU, AAGGHHHH! PETUNIA! RING THE AMBULANCE! QUICK!
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Half an hour later Simon Evans had been packed up into an ambulance and transported to a privet hospital in the middle of London, Amanda and Petunia followed, leaving Lily at home to worry about her father.
What on earth did I do? One second the orange juice was on the bench, the next thing I know is that it's nocked him out. It was like magic...
Lily lay on her small mattress, which was situated on the floor of her bedroom. She was waiting for a phone call form her sister or mother to give an indication that he was at least still alive. Determined that thinking of her father would only make her depressed and more upset Lily decided to think of the school she would be attending after the holidays. Scanning her memory for any good recollections of something good that happened at school was no better than thinking of her father. Not one happy thought past through her memory that she enjoyed at the school.
She had no friend there, and was constantly bullied. Lily got top marks in all the subjects, but that didn't help matter, on the contrary, the other students got even more aggressive towards her, claiming she was the teachers pet. With her high marks and pleasing remarks from her teachers, Lily thought her parents might be the slightest bit impressed, but she was wrong. They never cared about anything Lily did, even if it were coming first in the school for an English competition.
Petunia was all they cared about (and money for that matter). Lily never knew why it was just one of those great wonders of the world that no matter how hard you tried, it was impossible to understand.
The ringing of the telephone bought Lily out of her daydream with a lurch. She ran down the stairs three at a time and breathlessly answered the phone.
"Ha!" Lily knew at once this was Petunia, "You're in deep trouble, ickle carrot head, dad's woken up and he is livid with rage! Mum and I are staying here tonight so in the morning you're gonna cop it!" With that Petunia hung up. Lily groaned. She sure was going to "cop it" as Petunia put it.
"Ah! My poor Lilee. What iz zee matter?" Lilys' only friend Bella, the old, French cook asked, standing in the doorway. "Iz it your old farfer zat iz making yoo zo glum? I zay de clumzy oaf should zee where 'e iz going! You cum and 'ave some hot cocoa wid me? Yez?"
Bella led Lily down the corridor and into the servants' quarters, where she bustled around making the cocoa for herself and Lily. While she was waiting, the ten-year-old examined the maids quarters it was spacious enough with a big table a fireplace and a kitchen and three doors that led to the maids' room. Lily liked this place, she had spent many hours talking to her one and only friend between these four walls. The two other employed house-workers were nice but didn't seem to notice Lily that much.
"Ah, my zweet child! You are a hundrezd miles away!" Bella exclaimed, setting the hot cups of cocoa in front of herself and Lily.
"Oh Bella! I swear I have no idea how Simon was knocked out! It was well... kind of like... magic, I mean I dunno, this power of anxiety and hurt washed over me and I wanted to punish him for all the times he neglected me! As I said it was like.. magic!"
Bella opened her mouth, but before she could utter a sound a plump barn owl swooped through the opened window and landed in front of Lily, giving her a tremendous fright.
What was this day! She was depressed with life, her father was going to kill her when he got home and this big vicious owl had just landed in front of her! Was this all that her life had to offer?
