Chapter 3: We Are Witches
Lily's Side
'Hogwarts'
I let the word roll of my tongue, the fact that I was saying random words to myself, might have seemed strange to some, but Bridget had known me so long that this no longer bothered her.
"We are witches."
She merely nodded and continued to look out the window.
I think now might be the time to tell you a bit more about Bridget and myself.
My name is Lily Evans, and as stated above I am a witch. I have long hair like the colour of a flame, and it cascades majestically down my back (well maybe I exaggerated a bit, but it is quiet pretty) average hight and average completion, the only thing I really like about my appearance is my emerald green eyes. I get them from my mum and every one always says that they make me look like a princess (ok not everyone does, but Jimmy Elton did say it when we were five, but I suppose it doesn't count if I had him in a headlock at the time…) moving on, I was what some might call a troublemaker, I merely saw it as restlessness, noting ever seamed to satisfy me. I always wanted more, to push the very limits of possibility. Until that day I got my letter I always felt there was something different about me, I just didn't know what. But sitting on the Hogwarts Express with my best friend about to start magic school, it started to sink in; things were all going to change.
I looked at Bridget and tried to work out what she was thinking of as she stared out the window. She may have been looking in the direction of the trees and fields' passing us, but she wasn't really seeing them.
It was always impossible to tell what she was thinking, but she herself could read peoples minds. A few days ago if I'd said that it would have seemed ludicrous but now we were witches… anything seemed possible.
Bridget was a strange girl, yet she managed to give of a feel of elegance. She never did anything with her curly brown hair but tie it back with a ribbon yet it managed to look liked she'd spent hours on it.
Her real name was Brighid, but she said that was too hard for people to remember, so she became Bridget. For as long as I knew her, she'd lived with her Aunt and Uncle. We first met at the age of four in a shopping mall, and had decided then and there to be best friends for life.
After several hours, the novelty of the train trip was starting to wear of and reality was setting in. Bridget and I just sat looking out the window, we could hear people running about in the corridors, but I felt no urge to join in. For several minutes we sat in silence, until I could stand it no more.
"Do you think I'll be any good?"
"You, good?" smirked Bridget. "The day you behave like a good girl, you'll be in a big wooden box, slowly going underground."
I rolled my eyes "I meant, do you think I'll be any good at magic."
Bridget smiled "well, if doing magic involves good etiquette, a long attention span, good posture and a following lots of pointless rules… you're stuffed."
"Thanks for the reassurance." I snapped, slumping further down in the seat.
"But…" she continued with a smile on her face, "If it involves determination, quick thinking, a grasp of abstract concepts, imagination and a flare for the dramatic, you might just become the best witch yet!"
"Now, when my teachers write my reports, they can't they put stuff like that in! Lily Evans: a headstrong girl, who knows what she wants and will do anything to get it. Nothing is too hard for her, with her magical ability on her side and ravishingly good looks; she can face any peril in her way!"
Bridget was at this stage rolling around in a fit of laughter, and I had jumped up of the seat to add a certain dramatic flare to my words
"It makes it sound like I would be a great character in an epic story! Once again we find heroine Lily Evans in a seemingly impossible predicament…"
"I've created a monster." Bridget gasped, pretending to ward me of with a cross. I jumped of the seat and we both fell into fits of laughter. When we had regained breathe we could hear voices right outside our door.
I put my finger to my lip to indicate to Bridget that we should listen to what they were saying.
"Well, I come from an all magical family; I already know heaps of stuff. I don't know how the Muggle borns are going to be able to cope with everything." Said a boys voice
A Different boy's voice added. "Yeah, they'll be like" (he put on a high pitched voice )'what's Quidditch' 'which way is my wand meant to go?' they'll be hopeless"
His voice was so patronising, I couldn't stand it! I mean who did he think he was! I felt like punching him in the face, and then we'd see who was hopeless.
The first boy was talking again. "Did you see the loser back there? He tried to do a spell and ended up setting his hair on fire!"
At this Bridget had to forcibly restrain me from going out and bashing them up.
"They are not worth it." She hissed in my ear.
I could still hear them laughing and saying how dumb the Muggle borns wear bound to be.
What gave them the right to judge, we hadn't even tried any magic yet, how did they now they themselves would be any good! That condescending laughter filled my ears, I made a vow to myself right there, with Bridget restraining me and the boys out there laughing there stuck up heads of, that whatever I would do, I would do it ten times better then those boys, no matter what it cost me.
"I am going to beat them at EVERTHING!" I hissed a Bridget.
"You would even have to try, your twice as good as them already." She whispered back, I could tell by the look in her eyes, she real meant what she said. And as we looked at each other, we reached a silent understanding that whatever it was, whenever it was, we would help each other to beat these stuck up jerks.
Bridget let me go and we stood up straight ready to face the jerks on the othersider of the door.
I reached out to open the door, but it was ready being open from the outside.
I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and regained my composure; revenge is a dish best served cold.
I opened my eyes and looked directly into his, and I knew from that moment that I hated him.
