I amso sorry that I've taken so long. I have some of this story planned out, but this was a transition chapter that I really got stuck on. Once again, sorry for its shortness again (I have no attention span lol) I truly hope that next chapter will be much easier. Maybe I'll get a stroke of brilliant inspiration that everyone will love (I wish ha ha). Oh! Ps. I've realized that earlier in the story I talked about how the living room was in utter chaos, but then they took Dumbledore into it for tea, which obviously isn't a very logical thing to do. Eventually I'll go back and change it so that they took him into the parlor for tea instead, or something. One question: From an outside point of view, do the conversations I put in the story go smoothly? I think that I use the words: so-and-so said, and so-and-so asked, way too much but I can't think of any way to change it. Is it too redundant the way I have it? If so can you give me any suggestions or examples of how I should add variety? Keep reviewing please! I know that I really shouldn't care so much about what people think of my story, but I do. Thanks for reading!
"Lily," Dumbledore said softly, leaning towards her confidentially, as if letting her in on a big secret. "You have always known that you were different, that you were special, haven't you? Can't you think of some odd things that may have happened to you before? Something when you were feeling a very strong emotion? Something almost…magical?"
Lily nodded slowly, realization dawning across her face.
"Once when I was little, this girl in my class, Candace, took my favorite doll, Samantha. Candace held Samantha upside down over my head, her hair hanging just out of my reach, and refused to give her back. That night alone and lonely in my dark and scary room, I cried myself to sleep. The next morning when I woke up Samantha was cradled in my arms, like always. Funnily enough when I later arrived at school, I found Candace holding tightly to her own doll which appeared to have had every single hair ripped out of its head."
"Ah, the trauma of being six!" Dumbledore sighed his eyes twinkling.
"Wait, I didn't say that I was six," Lily pointed out. "How did you know that?"
"Lucky guess." Replied Dumbledore easily but Lily could have sworn that she saw him give her a quick wink.
Despite the initial shock at finding this loony stranger on her doorstep, Lily felt comfortable with this endearing old man, and was beginning to trust and like him more and more.
"Now, said Dumbledore, turning to address Lily's parents. "This must all be very confusing for you, if you would like I could arrange for you to meet with a wizarding family who also have a child starting at Hogwarts next year. I am sure they would be more than happy to help you adapt to this new situation."
Mr. and Mrs. Evans nodded dumbly, still shocked at the surprise of learning that somewhere there was a whole world, that up until a half an hour ago they would never have even dreamed existed.
"Right, I shall talk to the Trevelayan's as soon as possible and have them contact you. I must be leaving now. So sorry for any inconvenience I may have caused you today." He said, standing up, shaking Mr. Evan's somewhat limp hand and then walking into the hallway. Passing the door to the living room, he looked in and waved his hand across it, in a graceful manner before turning to wink at the Evans one last time, before disappearing with a sudden pop. The Evan's watched in fascination as the curtains in the living room jumped back onto their rods which in turn flew up, re hooking themselves on the wall, and the layer of dust that had been covering the floor, couch, and window disappeared. All of them stood there, silently, thinking about what a strange day it had been.