I'd like to apologize for my extraordinarily short chapters. I have a very small attention span and can only write a page at a time before my mind begins to wander. x) Thanks for being patient while I try to organize my random and mostly pointless ideas. I hope you continue reading! Thanks for reviewing, you have no idea how much I appreciate it! Well, actually you probably do if you have a story of your own that you are writing…but anyways, on with the story!

"Okay, so let me get this straight," said Mr. Evans rubbing his temple. Lily, her mum and dad, and Petunia were all sitting around the kitchen table, looking at a pile of identical letters. "You have an 11 year old stalker, who keeps sending you letters via owls?" He asked. Lily nodded. "And you know it is this guy who is doing this, because you met him when you were four, and for six years he has been keeping track of you."

"Secretly stalking me." Lily confirmed cheerfully. "I didn't know of it until now." Mr. Evans picked up one of the letters and looked at it skeptically.

Dear Lily Evans,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...

"When I met the boy, he told me about some made up some place called Hogwarts where people fly! Look at what all of the letters say! I mean, this is not just a coincidence! Who else would be lame enough to make up the same exact thing?" Lily said waving one of the letters around.

"You could have just made up both the boy, and the letters." Petunia pointed out. Lily ignored her and continued looking at her parents.

"You don't believe me?" asked Lily.

"Well, you do have a record for lying…" Mrs. Evans said delicately.

"Like when?" exclaimed Lily, looking highly insulted.

"Like when you insisted that you couldn't do the dishes because the water spirits were trying to bite you." Mrs. Evans reminded her.

"And the time when we caught you up reading past your bedtime and you claimed that there was a gang of pirates hiding in your closet, and every night they would come out and turn the lights on." Mr. Evans added.

"And don't forget when you told us that you had made a new best friend at school named Kylie, who turned out to be imaginary." accused Petunia.

"Hey!" Lily protested, "Kylie was the most loyal, compassionate, and trustworthy friend I have ever had!"

"She's the only friend you've ever had." muttered Petunia nastily. Lily glared at Petunia.

"Okay, so maybe I have been known to…over exaggerate a little bit." Lily decided, "But I was young and immature way back then! I was just a little girl who wanted some love and attention! Is that really such a crime? I mean I would never say things like that now!"

"Way back then?" Mrs. Evans said exasperatedly. "Lily, all that was just from last week!"

"So?" asked Lily blankly. Everyone stared at her, and there was an awkward silence. With all this "stare at Lily" stuff going on, Lily was beginning to feel left out. She couldn't very well look at herself could she? Wait, scrap that! Where there's a will there's a way! Thought Lily as she valiantly jumped up and sprinted towards the bathroom. Grabbing a hand mirror out of the drawer, she raced back into the kitchen, taking no notice of the bewildered looks her family was sending her. Settling back down on her seat, she began a very hard core staring contest with her reflection.

"Bring it!" she thought maliciously, as she glared at the mirror.

"Bring what?" came her mother's perplexed voice from across the table. "Lily what are you doing?" Whoops, guess she had said that out loud. Oh well. Just then the door bell rang. Ding Dong! Lily grabbed the phone.

"Hello?" she said into the receiver, and yep, you guessed it, everyone stared at Lily. No one laughed. Grumpily she put the phone down and marched out of the room muttering something about poor sense of humor, clown schools, and pistachio ice cream sprinkled with chocolate gummy bears.