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Chapter Two: The Evans
With a crack, Allison appeared in her bedroom at 15 Winters Place. The room was just as she'd left it, bed unmade, Quidditch paraphernalia everywhere, and a poster of the Muggle band the Sex Pistols grimacing down at her. She slipped out of her screamingly green work robes and pulled on a black sweatshirt and worn in blue jeans. Allison treaded downstairs, jumping the last three steps and landing shakily on the ground.
"Whoa! I'm okay!" she shouted to no one in particular.
"Home already Allison?" her father called from the family room.
"Yup." Allison made for the kitchen. "Is Mum home? I'm starved."
"She'll be home very soon. If you're hungry, why don't you conjure up a ten course meal?"
Allison popped a chocolate biscuit into her mouth. "Shut up Dad," she said through the biscuit. "You know the non-magic rule. I wish I could use magic though. Things would be so much easier for you and Mum."
Both Allison's parents were Muggles. When she was accepted to Hogwarts, they had been shocked and thrilled. Somehow, it hadn't come as a surprise to Allison. For as long as she could remember, she had always felt out of place, especially since the incident in first grade. A little girl with blonde pigtails had refused to share her crayons. The next thing Allison knew, she had the entire box in her hands. The teacher, an elderly woman of shaky nerves, swore she had seen the crayons fly into Allison's hands. The teacher retired but the "magical" events kept occurring. Whenever Allison was angry or frightened, objects were bound to fly or shatter. At Hogwarts, she finally felt at home. She wasn't the only one anymore who could make ceramic lobsters split into a thousand pieces. She had friends, Jenny McCall and Lily Evans, a pretty redhead with gentle emerald eyes.
"Allison, your friend rang." Her father handed her a piece of paper. "I took a message."
Allison skimmed it. Lily called, says to come over when you're free.
"I'll pop over now," Allison decided. "Be back for supper."
"No popping literally. You'll frighten Lily's poor sister."
"Petunia?" Allison scoffed. "You have no idea how I'd love to Apparate on top of her head. See you Dad."
She shut the front door firmly behind her. Clouds were coming in from the north. Another London rainstorm was on its way. Allison hurried two doors down to the Evans house. She rang the doorbell just as the first few drops fell to earth, splattering on the concrete road with soft sizzles.
"Oh! Hello dear, come in." Mrs. Evans opened the door wide for Allison. "Lily," she called. "Allison's here."
Lily skipped gracefully down the stairs. She smiled. "Hello Allison. Will you come upstairs?"
Allison grinned. She loved the Evans household. The Evans were polite and genteel and friendly. Mrs. Evans always had a cup of tea ready and Mr. Evans was always willing to discuss the finer points of guitar picking to Allison. The only blemish on the family was Petunia, a scrawny blonde wisp of unpleasantness. Petunia was fifteen, a sophomore at a Muggle high school, where she had a group of friends, all of the same nasty gossipy breed. Allison could scarcely wait until she could perform magic outside of school. She had fancies of transfiguring Petunia into a giant weasel, regardless of the consequences.
Allison followed Lily into her bedroom, which was a delicate lavender color. She flopped down on Lily's large canopy bed. "So what's up?"
Lily pushed her textbooks aside to make room enough to sit with Allison on the bed.
"I got an owl from Jenny inviting me to her house," Lily said.
"Oh good! We're having a little party. You can come, can't you?"
"Well...I'm not certain."
"Why?"
"I don't particularly relish spending my afternoon being chased about by James Potter."
"Oh that."
"Yes that."
"Jenny and I will be there to keep the charming git away from you," Allison reassured. She picked up a piece of parchment off the bedside table. "What's this?"
Lily snatched it away. "Nothing. A stupid letter from James."
"No way! Let me see!"
"No!" Lily raised her voice heatedly.
"Sorry," Allison apologized. "Your business, not mine."
Lily glanced away. "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped."
"Don't worry about it. Has James been bugging you all summer?"
"Pretty much."
"What a creep!" exclaimed Allison. "But maybe it's kind of...well, nice to have someone care about you like that."
Lily smiled faintly. "Maybe it is. But you should know all about it. I mean, with Sirius and all."
"I have no idea what to think about that topic," Allison mused. "I suppose I'll have to find out where we're headed before graduation."
The rain pelted Lily's window. The two listened, immersed in their own thoughts. Allison stood with a sigh.
"I've got to go," she announced. "Will I see you at Jen's?"
Lily was quiet for a moment. "Yes," she said at last. "See you then."
Allison waved goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Evans, secretly whispered a few fictitious magical words to the cowering Petunia, and sprinted home in the rain.
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Chapter Two: The Evans
With a crack, Allison appeared in her bedroom at 15 Winters Place. The room was just as she'd left it, bed unmade, Quidditch paraphernalia everywhere, and a poster of the Muggle band the Sex Pistols grimacing down at her. She slipped out of her screamingly green work robes and pulled on a black sweatshirt and worn in blue jeans. Allison treaded downstairs, jumping the last three steps and landing shakily on the ground.
"Whoa! I'm okay!" she shouted to no one in particular.
"Home already Allison?" her father called from the family room.
"Yup." Allison made for the kitchen. "Is Mum home? I'm starved."
"She'll be home very soon. If you're hungry, why don't you conjure up a ten course meal?"
Allison popped a chocolate biscuit into her mouth. "Shut up Dad," she said through the biscuit. "You know the non-magic rule. I wish I could use magic though. Things would be so much easier for you and Mum."
Both Allison's parents were Muggles. When she was accepted to Hogwarts, they had been shocked and thrilled. Somehow, it hadn't come as a surprise to Allison. For as long as she could remember, she had always felt out of place, especially since the incident in first grade. A little girl with blonde pigtails had refused to share her crayons. The next thing Allison knew, she had the entire box in her hands. The teacher, an elderly woman of shaky nerves, swore she had seen the crayons fly into Allison's hands. The teacher retired but the "magical" events kept occurring. Whenever Allison was angry or frightened, objects were bound to fly or shatter. At Hogwarts, she finally felt at home. She wasn't the only one anymore who could make ceramic lobsters split into a thousand pieces. She had friends, Jenny McCall and Lily Evans, a pretty redhead with gentle emerald eyes.
"Allison, your friend rang." Her father handed her a piece of paper. "I took a message."
Allison skimmed it. Lily called, says to come over when you're free.
"I'll pop over now," Allison decided. "Be back for supper."
"No popping literally. You'll frighten Lily's poor sister."
"Petunia?" Allison scoffed. "You have no idea how I'd love to Apparate on top of her head. See you Dad."
She shut the front door firmly behind her. Clouds were coming in from the north. Another London rainstorm was on its way. Allison hurried two doors down to the Evans house. She rang the doorbell just as the first few drops fell to earth, splattering on the concrete road with soft sizzles.
"Oh! Hello dear, come in." Mrs. Evans opened the door wide for Allison. "Lily," she called. "Allison's here."
Lily skipped gracefully down the stairs. She smiled. "Hello Allison. Will you come upstairs?"
Allison grinned. She loved the Evans household. The Evans were polite and genteel and friendly. Mrs. Evans always had a cup of tea ready and Mr. Evans was always willing to discuss the finer points of guitar picking to Allison. The only blemish on the family was Petunia, a scrawny blonde wisp of unpleasantness. Petunia was fifteen, a sophomore at a Muggle high school, where she had a group of friends, all of the same nasty gossipy breed. Allison could scarcely wait until she could perform magic outside of school. She had fancies of transfiguring Petunia into a giant weasel, regardless of the consequences.
Allison followed Lily into her bedroom, which was a delicate lavender color. She flopped down on Lily's large canopy bed. "So what's up?"
Lily pushed her textbooks aside to make room enough to sit with Allison on the bed.
"I got an owl from Jenny inviting me to her house," Lily said.
"Oh good! We're having a little party. You can come, can't you?"
"Well...I'm not certain."
"Why?"
"I don't particularly relish spending my afternoon being chased about by James Potter."
"Oh that."
"Yes that."
"Jenny and I will be there to keep the charming git away from you," Allison reassured. She picked up a piece of parchment off the bedside table. "What's this?"
Lily snatched it away. "Nothing. A stupid letter from James."
"No way! Let me see!"
"No!" Lily raised her voice heatedly.
"Sorry," Allison apologized. "Your business, not mine."
Lily glanced away. "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped."
"Don't worry about it. Has James been bugging you all summer?"
"Pretty much."
"What a creep!" exclaimed Allison. "But maybe it's kind of...well, nice to have someone care about you like that."
Lily smiled faintly. "Maybe it is. But you should know all about it. I mean, with Sirius and all."
"I have no idea what to think about that topic," Allison mused. "I suppose I'll have to find out where we're headed before graduation."
The rain pelted Lily's window. The two listened, immersed in their own thoughts. Allison stood with a sigh.
"I've got to go," she announced. "Will I see you at Jen's?"
Lily was quiet for a moment. "Yes," she said at last. "See you then."
Allison waved goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Evans, secretly whispered a few fictitious magical words to the cowering Petunia, and sprinted home in the rain.
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