A Waitress
She'd go to restaurants on Friday nights with her small family, as a small celebration that the school week was over. She loved to see the waitress dressed in small white dresses, often outlined in black.
When the waitress would come over to ask what the family wished to order, she was always first to say, "I like your dress! You know, I want to be exactly like you when I grow up!"
And everyone sitting at the table would stiffen, then suddenly let out strangled slips of laughter. Even the waitress would become pink in the cheeks, and then proceed to look directly at Mr. Evans.
"S-Sir? What would you like to order?"
The waitress would continue on like that, asking everyone in the family what they wished to order. She turns away, and looks back at Lily fondly.
"No, my dear. You wouldn't want to be like me." she would whisper, and then begins to make her way down the aisle..
"But why not?" Lily would counter loudly, and the waitress would whip her head around, even if her voice was soft.
"You have a chance to become something great. Use it well." she says softly, and finally turns away with small tears in her eyes.
"Miss. Evans, are you alright?" Professor McGonagall interupts her thoughts.
"Oh-oh yes, I'm alright." she lies, and turns back to her notes, scribbling down rubbish about Animagi transformations.
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This goes in correspondence to Something Great, and so will the next few. Hope you enjoyed, and please R&R!