Potter

Chapter 2

                   

          By the time September first came by, the cold had moved over to London, bringing back its traditional weather, gloomy and rainy.

Muggles were classically grumpier than they were in summer and, as for our dearest wizards and witches were right on schedule; Getting ready for the Quidditch season, bearing with chimney-traffic and Minister of Magic obligatory announcements.

Amidst such monotony of day-to-day life, a very special occasion for the magical youth hovered on that specific day, another school year was about to start. Seventh years were the most excited and the first years the most scared.

In general, everything was going properly and on time. So much that, by ten-fifteen, Mrs. Potter yelled at the kids to come down and eat their breakfast, with a scary menace of leaving them all behind. She stressfully tried to find her muggle device-thing so she could talk to Ethan and ask where the bloody place he was.

Talking of which, the young Mr. Vulkov had had a bit of a confusing evening and rough night. He had finally told his mother about being a wizard, after promptly waiting until he had no other choice but leaving for the year without giving any satisfaction. He was very much prepared and well aware of the exploding bomb that would be her reaction.

He was expecting a sleepless night, filled with angry looks and lectures about hiding such thing. But, surprisingly, as he looked at her intensely, Juliet smiled and thanked him for finally opening up to her. She also mentioned how she knew the truth since he was a baby and had once made the bubbles from the bathtub fly up and stick to the ceiling.

Ethan was so surprised that he'd have the opportunity to rest and prepare for the next day, probably the most important day of his life. Naturally, that only made him nervous and uneasy, flashes of disastrous outcomes passing fast through his head, hours upon hours. He was ashamed to admit that he would've much rather be discussing with his mum, or doing anything to keep himself from his own thoughts.

At the end, just before the Sun decided to start showing itself through the hills, the boy gave up and decided that, if there were so many different ways to have the following day completely ruined, he shouldn't be thinking about it, for he had absolutely no control over it.

As for the youngest inhabitant of a pretty white mansion not too far away from there, Lily managed to get herself together.

Wearing her favorite muggle clothes, some dark blue bell-bottom jeans and white button-down, she was the first one of the children to get to the kitchen, where three plates of stacked pancakes were placed by the bar-counter.

Her dad soon after strode into the room, with his serious work-robes and hair pulled back with gel.

"Ready for the big day Lu?" Harry spoke, approaching the girl, slightly messing up her hair.

"Yeah, I guess" responded the girl, her head propped on her elbow and the other hand holding up a piece of food in a silver fork.

"Do you think you'll come and visit us sooner than Christmas?" Lily asked casually, not wanting to put any pressure by showing him how much she needed that.

She knew perfectly well that it was babyish, and that it was time to grow up and stop crying about mommy and daddy. But she couldn't help it, they were always so close... Just because one was old enough to attend a school it doesn't mean they were automatically unattached to the two people whom they lived with every day for the past decade!

"Oh hun', you know it's complicated..." Harry sighed, "I've got the Minister's assemblies to attend in October and your mum has the Quidditch season just starting, she'll be all over the world" he continues while pouring some coffee into a mug.