That afternoon, with thoughts of the aquarium long forgotten, the Evans family sat in their living room. After Petunia had read the letter, the whole family had been silent for a while. Mrs. Evans had been the one to finally break the silence when she said, "Now, Petunia, dear, don't you want to open your presents?"
Petunia had opened her presents. From a book to a bag, from a sweater to a skirt, none of them really seemed to matter. All she could think about was the mysterious letter she had gotten in the mail. Even Lily seemed more subdued.
Now that the presents were opened and the family had eaten as much cake as they possibly could without being sick, they were silent. It had occurred to them that the letter hadn't said when the…representative would be coming to explain things, but they guessed it would be today. Their theories were proved correct when, at exactly two o'clock, the door bell rang.
"I'll get it!" exclaimed Lily, jumping up from her seat and hurrying to the door. The rest of the family followed, eager to see who was there. When Lily opened the door, they looked ahead, seeing nothing. Then they looked down and saw an old head even with Lily's.
"Hello!" a squeaky male voice called. "I am Professor Filius Flitwick. Do you mind if I come in?" The voice had come from a short man with thinning brown hair and a kind smile. He was no taller than Lily and was wearing what looked like midnight blue robes.
"Not at all," said Mrs. Evans. She was even more stunned than she had been when Petunia read the letter. The appearance of the short man seemed to emphasize…this magic…thing…the most.
Mr. Evans led the man into the living room, and when they got there, Mrs. Evans dutifully asked if he'd like some tea. "Tea would be nice," said the professor. Before Mrs. Evans could go to get it, however, he said, "Allow me." The professor said a word no one understood, and the teapot and tea cups zoomed into the living room. He pointed his stick thing (what they presumed was a wand) at the ground, and when the dishes fell, they did not break. Professor Flitwick picked up the teapot, held his wand to it, and said, "Aguamenti." Water spouted from his wand tip and into the kettle. He pointed his wand at the ground again, and a little blue flame appeared. The little professor put the teapot on the fire and sat back.
The Evans stared at him and at the warming kettle, mouths agape. "How did you do that?" Petunia asked.
"I want to learn!" Lily exclaimed.
"Magic," Professor Flitwick said to the student. "And maybe you'll be able to go one day, too," he said to Lily.
"This can't be real," said logical Mr. Evans. He sat down on the sofa opposite from the arm chair that held Professor Flitwick.
"Oh, but it is," he said excitedly. "Your daughter is a witch. She'll be taught this magic, too, at Hogwarts. Everything I did just now is Charms, the subject I teach at Hogwarts. Over there, she be under the tutelage of one of the finest headmasters Hogwarts has ever seen in the safest place on the continent."
Silence reigned for a moment before Petunia turned to her father. "Please, Daddy? Oh, please, can I go?"
"I don't know," Mr. Evans said hesitantly. He didn't know who looked the most disappointed: Petunia, Professor Flitwick, or Lily. "We'll have to think about it some more. Professor Fillywick, did you say it was?"
"Professor Flitwick, Daddy," Lily said, rolling her eyes.
"Yes, Professor Flitwick," Mr. Evans corrected. "Is there any way we can talk about this more later? A way to contact the school, perhaps?"
"Ah, yes!" Professor Flitwick exclaimed. "You simply have to send us an owl!"
"An owl?" asked Mrs. Evans.
"It's the way of communication in the wizarding world," Flitwick explained.
"Is there any other way? A way for us…um…" Mrs. Evans hesitated with the lack of a word.
"Muggle," Flitwick said. "Nonmagical person."
"Right," continued Mrs. Evans. "Is there a way for us muggles to contact the school?"
Professor Flitwick thought for a moment before saying, "Why don't I come back next week? Same time, same place? That way, you can think of all the questions you want to ask without the pressure and mull over the idea."
"Wonderful idea!" Mrs. Evans exclaimed.
"Well, I'll see you next week," Professor Flitwick said. "It was nice meeting you! I hope that Petunia can attend the school!" And with a pop, he vanished out of the room.
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