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A/N: please note. This story will be mostly in Lily and Lina's points of view. As I move the story on, other characters journals, diaries, notes, etc… may be added. Please. REVIEW! If you even read this…
Lina's POV
August 13, 1975: Toledo Oregon, USA
You know, I am an enormous supporter of the arts. I mean, I am many sports most vehement opposer, except Quidditch, which is okay I guess, because I live in the U.S and I don't have ot watch it much. But I still don't, nor ever will, consider it an art.
Just like I will never, EVER consider magical beauty pageants an art. I don't CARE that my mother and my grandmother and every other female in my family dating back centuries has been Miss Magic-International. That does not mean that I , Calina Bones, have to be the next one. I could just as easily become the first American Bones NOT to be Miss Magic.
I tried this theory of "there's a first time for everything" on my dad who nobly tries to keep the peace between the females in our family. Not an easy task, considering their all blonde, perfect figured, beauty pageant winners, and used to getting what they want.
He didn't take it very well… Actually, he said something along the lines of "well, you're also the first Bones woman since the dark ages who has insisted upon keeping a solid black wardrobe, wears her hair in all different directions, who, by some malfunction of the gene pool, is NOT blonde, and by and even greater malfunction in the gene pool, doesn't even care what people think, and look how well this is turning out." At that point the doorbell rang and he stomped out of my room.
Hmmmm. I must say that I'm a little impressed. That was quite a speech. I'm a little miffed though. I mean, I don't' think 'this' is turning out all that bad. And, if I know my dad, which I do… or at least I did until I went to AMA (American Magical Academy) and grew up, I'd say he's kind of proud of me for hanging on this long.
Hanging on to what, you ask? I really don't know.
I guess, it's just for being willingly different, and thus far, avoiding the unavoidable. At least until now. I guess it's caught up with me finally. I'm now officially signed up for the Miss Red American Magical Academy preliminaries. Oh someone Please!!! Spare me such pain!
Actually, maybe it won't be so bad. I mean it's not like I'll become Miss Red, which would mean I go to Hogwarts in England to compete for the 'grand' prize… being Miss Magic. I guess it's that if it will make my ageing grandmother happy to know I tried, I'll do it.
Lily's POV
August 13, 1975: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Just arrived in Head's dorm from first heads meeting with Potter. Have come to the conclusion that Professor Dumbledore is mentally instable. Or at least going insane. Or maybe those are the same things. Am at a complete loss as to why the headmaster would feel compelled to involve Hogwarts in a magical beauty contest. Am disgusted beyond belief. Am going to find solace in chocolate. Be back soon.