The floors of the Evans' house seemed to rumble and shake. In fact, it a small earthquake could've taken place. Luckily the neighbors were late sleepers, and therefore no one was up earlier than half past four AM. That excludes the Evan's family, naturally.
"Mum? MUM! MUM!" A whimpering blonde girl shouted, who had an uncanny resemblance to a giraffe. "MUM! SHE IS DOING IT AGAIN!"
At that moment, a girl ran down the stairs so quickly that you could only glimpse a bit of red hair flying behind her. She caught up to her sister and panting, added to the screaming of her sister, "It's her fault! She took my wand and tried to do magic with it! WHAT was I supposed to let her do, keep it!" She glared at her sister, who looked near tears.
At the kitchen table, two adults sat. Each looking as though they'd rather hunt down vampires than settle the argument. Apparently, through their own adult thoughts, they managed to settle who had to reconcile the girls. It seemed it was the mother's turn, and she sighed, as if preparing herself mentally, before she began.
"Now, Lily do you honestly think you should've left your wand out?" Mrs. Evans asked shaking her head, which was red with the occasional gray hairs-probably from past arguments. Before Lily could rebuttal she continued on, "Petunia, you know better than to take what doesn't belong to you, even if it is your sister's. I don't know much about this magic business, but from what I've heard, wands are dangerous when handled wrong."
Mrs. Evans stood up from her chair at the table, and picked up her coffee and plate with egg remnants on it. Her gray eyes twinkling she replied, "Why don't I take you girls to the park? You loved it ever so much when you were young. How about another go for old time's sake?"
Lily and Petunia seemed to be zoned out, as each sat at the table. They shook their heads while Mrs. Evans put away the plates. Finally, as if coming out of a deep slumber, Mr. Evans put his newspaper down and greeted the girls.
"Good morning, girls. What do you fancy for breakfast?" He asked, also getting up from the table. Although each girl looked different, mainly Lily looked like her mother, except for her eyes. Petunia looked like her father, tall, thin, and blonde.
After a few minutes Lily had chosen pancakes and Petunia had selected waffles. Mr. Evans made each, and gave them to his girls. Letting them eat in peace, he joined Mrs. Evans on the porch.
"Their getting older, you know. Not just little girls anymore." Mrs. Evans stated, looking glum at the prospect of girls growing up.
Mr. Evans didn't reply for quite a while, but when he spoke it was serious. "Lily is fourteen, and Petunia is seventeen. I notice as much as you do. This is hard on Lily and Petunia both."
"What, growing up?" Mrs. Evans asked, looking at the lovely sunset just beginning to occur.
"No. Lily's school." He replied, without a hint of emotion in his voice. It was true, of course, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was certainly different than Fairmount School for Young Ladies. Magic was different, and although it was an advantage in many, many ways. This was its one fault, it broke apart families.
The two sat contentedly listening to the crickets and occasional shouts of their children. Life was good, for now.