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The letter almost dropped with Daisy's toast as she read to herself,
'To Daisy Marie Evans, we are delighted to inform you that you have been allocated a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy.'
Along with the acceptance that she hadn't even applied for she read about all the equipment needed to go to this school. It seemed like a lot, and she hoped her parents would have money for it all. The charity shops wouldn't have Hogwarts books.
Down at the bottom of the page, the signature of a Professor McGonagall, deputy head of Hogwarts.
"What does it say?" Mrs Evans whispered, trying to read the letter through the back of the paper, and Daisy explained the acceptance to which her mother almost fainted. Petunia had stormed off to the confusion to the younger, but understanding of their parents.
"I've been accepted? I... I didn't even apply!"
"They just know honey." Mr Evans laughed again, rubbing his forehead.
Daisy scanned the equipment again, a surge of disappointment washing over her."I don't have to go. It's alright."
"What?! Of course you will go this will be your education! You're a witch!"
But Daisy felt too guilty having to ask for more on her birthday knowing how hard her parents worked to give her what she has already. Witch or not, the public high school she already knew would suit her just fine, no matter how much she longed for Lily.
There must have been signs somewhere. The Hogwarts letter couldn't have been all that of a surprise.
There was the time where Daisy's bedroom door shut by itself when she was upset and had missed the opportunity to slam it, but she hadn't needed to touch it as when she landed on her bed, it slammed by itself. Daisy had convinced herself that the gust of wind from which her hand made when it missed had managed to close it, but thinking of it now, it was too strong of a bang to have been that.
Then there was the time Mr Evans had taught Daisy a simple coin trick. He'd have the coin in his hand once second, then with a simple close and open of his hand the coin would be gone. She had learned the trick and practiced on her mother and she was delighted that it had worked. The only thing being that she actually couldn't find the coin afterwards... and settled for the possibility that she may have dropped it.
Then there was the very strange time that on a very cold night, where there was no money left for heating, Daisy had somehow found herself toasted under her duvet, thinking that her mother must have warmed her bed with a hot water bottle. But then that couldn't be... the stove was only used for cooking at the moment, until pay day came around.
More times were probably buried deep in her mind but she just hadn't a clue.
Daisy always pictured witches having long pointy noses and green warts poking out of every corner of their face, black straw like hair and black cats and riding broomsticks. She didn't look like a witch at all. She also didn't have a cat and the broom they had sat in the cupboard to sweep the floor. It was when Lily was told she was a witch that Daisy learned that magic people pass by them all the time! Since Lily was the first to become aware of her witchy powers Daisy was already aware of magic in our world, which is probably why she hadn't freaked out yet. She actually really wanted to be a witch when Lily was given her letter. The thought of casting spells and having something special about herself would be great! It would maybe give Daisy a reason as to why she never connected with any of my classmates, or why they didn't connect with her...
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Daisy | The Marauders Era
FanfictionSLOW UPDATES FOR NOW (I'm a full time uni student with two jobs) YEAR 1-4 Daisy Evans, the youngest of the Evans sisters. A muggleborn witch with great passion and curiosity who falls into the middle of a war. Her story was never told, she had so mu...