Prophecy

Chapter One

Lillian sat at her desk, mumbling as she read a potion recipe. “Two frog eyes, one unicorn hair, and seven ounces polgi juice.” She carefully added the ingredients to the pot, watching as the green liquid bubbled and smoke appeared. She was mesmerized at this display of magic.

                “Very good!”

                “Thanks,” Lillian said, smiling. She had always been good at potions. Mixing and stirring and brewing, it all made perfect sense to her.

                “Lillian, I think this is enough for one lesson. You can go onto other activities now,” Mrs. Farewell said, smiling kindly. Lillian smiled and nodded, but was also somewhat disappointed. Potions was her favorite class, and if she had it her way, it would be her only class.

                She hopped off of her stool and exited the room. Her black ballet flats made almost no noise as she walked across the wood floor.  Lillian smiled to herself, clutching her books to her chest. Diego always said she was a quiet fighter (a quiet person, really) and that was her strong suit. She had no idea when she would fight someone, but she still enjoyed the compliment.

                “Hello, Randanmeir!” Lillian yelled happily, waving at the goblin walking down the hallway. Randanmeir glared at her and continued walking. She giggled, loving how cranky he always was. Lillian skipped down the steps, spinning her car keys.

                “Where are you going?” A deep, slow voice asked. Lillian stopped dead in her tracks, but didn’t turn around.

                “Master Cycrus…”

                “I haven’t given you permission to leave,” he spoke, accenting some syllables more then others in his typical way of speaking.

                “I-I know, but I was going out to get some coffee…” she spoke, turning around.

                “I assume you are done with your lessons?” She nodded her head vigorously.  “What potion did you make today?”

                “Ficklewood Potion, sir.”

                “And what exactly does Ficklewood Potion do?”

                “It changes a person’s mood. They can be totally happy, then take one sip and be furious.”

                “Why is Ficklewood Potion an important potion?” Fredrick stared at her with his cold, merciless eyes.

                “Sir, I just wanted coffee.”

                “You did not answer my question!” Lillian clenched her fists, then answered the question. Fredrick smiled emotionlessly and nodded. “Go get your coffee. You have two hours,” Lillian was still annoyed, but she nodded politely. She walked out the heavy large wood doors, and took a breath of fresh air.

                She walked over to her car, and hopped in. The nearest town was half an hour away, due to the fact the lived in clearing in the woods. Why do we live so far away from everything? She thought. Whatever, it’s probably just because we’re magical. Even though her answer made perfect sense, she made a mental note to ask Fredrick about it later. The, she put her key in the ignition and rode into town.

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                “One cinnamon vanilla chai latte please,” Lillian asked, holding out the five dollars and sixty-two cents she knew it would be. The cashier took the money without saying anything, then began to make the order. Only Starbucks would charge ridiculous prices and make you wait fifteen minutes to get one cup of coffee.

                “Takes forever, doesn’t it?” A deep voice asked. Lillian gasped and turned around. Standing there was a tall boy, probably her age, with pale skin and orange hair. She scanned his body, quite surprised he was very muscular.

                “Yeah, it does.”

                “One of the busiest places in town, and the cashier makes the orders.” He laughed and shook his head. “Ridiculous,” Lillian found herself staring up into his golden eyes, smiling.

                “Yeah, it really is.” The boy smiled back down at her and was about to say something when the cashier spoke in a monotone, kill-me-now voice.

                “One cinnamon vanilla chai latte,” Lillian smiled at the handsome stranger then turned to get her drink.

                “Nice talking to you,” she said, looking up at him through her lashes.

                “Yeah…nice talking to you.” He smiled down at her.

                “Sir, can I help you?” Lillian chuckled as the boy rolled his eyes and gave his order to the cashier. Glancing down at her watch, Lillian realized she had been away from the mansion for fifty minutes, leaving her with only forty minutes to drink her coffee and read her novel. She quickly made her way over to a couch by an unlit fireplace and made herself comfortable.

                Ten minutes and four pages into her book later, someone asked, “Is this seat taken?” She looked up and saw the ginger she talked with earlier. She gave him a big grin and said,

                “No, no it isn’t.” He sat down and extended a hand.

                “I’m Parker,”

                “Lillian,” She shook his hand, setting her book aside.

                “That is a very pretty name,” Lillian blushed.

                “Thanks. Everyone always compares me Harry’s mom, though.”

                “Harry…?” Parker asked, cocking his head sideways. Lillian blushed.

                “Potter. I know, I’m a nerd for saying that. I’m kind of a bookworm though, so I had to, and they're really good books and Lily was a great per—” Parker laughed a deep, booming laugh.

                “And you’re rambling,” Lillian turned even more red. “But you’re cute when you ramble.”

                “Thanks,” She replied, not meeting his eyes. Once again, Parker laughed.

                “I think we’ll be good friends,”

                “Me too,” Lillian smiled, and Parker raised his glass.

                “To new friendships,”

                “To new friendships,” she agreed. They both smiled and drank their coffee, bonding over the next half hour.