A/N: Inspired by very plot bunnies and tidbits and a fic I read long ago – I would like to give credit to the author for having a large part in my inspiration, but I cannot even remember the name of the story. I've always been fascinated by Muggle-borns and how they discover their talents. This is the result; a 243 word one shot. If I receive positive feedback, sequels for other characters may be in order. Thanks for reading!
"The purple ones are yours, Lily," Petunia said delicately, pouring water from the teapot into a pink cup.
"No, they aren't, they're yours!"
"But I called the pink ones."
"As did I, why do you get them?" Lily's small, round face, the remnants of babyhood still showing in her pouty lip and chubby cheeks, turned pink, clashing oddly with her red hair.
"Because I'm older, that's why!" Petunia finished with the water and began to scoop imaginary sugar into one of them. Lily reached out and snatched it from her sister.
"Petunia, I want the pink ones!"
Petunia grabbed it back. "If you don't want to play my way, then you can't play at all. Now stop being stupid and leave me alone!"
Lily's face colored even darker. "I hate you!" she cried, and without warning, the glass cup in Petunia's hand shattered, spraying water and glass shards over Petunia. Lily's face paled as Petunia stared at her hand in shock. A drop of blood trickled down her wrist.
"What did you do?" she whispered.
"I - I didn't - "
"Yes you did - I'm telling - MUMMY! Mummy, Lily hurt me!" Screaming, Petunia dropped the glass shards and ran out of the play room and down the stairs.
And little Lily Evans sat back down at the table and watched as the broken shards reformed into a perfect pink teacup. She picked it up and continued with her tea party, alone.
