A/N: Sigh. Only two reviews. Nobody else could be bothered to press a little button and write one little word…so sad…
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Ronald Prewett slouched. "I'm so sorry. I'm kind of new at this. I guess that was a little much."
Rupert Evans stepped forward. "What is this letter supposed to mean? My Lily can't be magic, magic isn't REAL!"
Ronald stepped back in shock. "Not real? Tell me Miss Evans," He said, turning to Lily, "Have you ever done something you couldn't explain? Something that seemed a little…off?"
Lily stared at him for a moment. Now that she thought about it, there had been strange things. Like that time in kindergarten, when Lily saw a young girl being teased. Hadn't the teaser be struck dumb? And didn't Lily have the oddest feeling that it was her? That she had willed it to happen, and it had?
Petunia muttered something in the background that sounded distinctly like, "Lemonade." And Lily understood.
The lemonade spill HAD been her fault. She knew that she hadn't touched the pitcher, but she had wanted it to happen. She wanted the lemonade to ruin Petunia's dress, the dress that she had showed off so proudly.
Lily glanced back at Mr. Prewett. She said nothing, but he understood.
"Ah." He said. "I though so."
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(A/N: Sirius has already gone home)
"RUINED the party-"
"Daddy-"
"Scandal-"
"Dad-"
"My job-"
"But-"
"How could you?"
Jessi and James hung their heads shamefully. "Sorry." James mumbled.
Henry Potter turned to James angrily. "Sorry!" He yelled. "Do you think SORRY will save me from the sheer EMBARASSMENT I'll face at work tommorow? Do you think SORRY will solve the fact that this will probably be in the Dailey Prophet for WEEKS? Do you think SORRY will fix this whole family's reputation? SORRY doesn't fix anything, James! You ruined a VERY important business deal, and talked Sirius and your sister into helping you! You're a disappointment, James." Henry raised his hand and struck James across the face. James fell backwards onto the floor. His head struck the end table, and he lay limply on the floor.
Jessi screamed. "Daddy, don't!" Tears rolled down her face as she looked at her unconscious brother.
Henry glared at his son one more time before stomping out of the room. Jessi ran to her brother and buried her face in his chest, sobbing.