Another Part Of A Story

Lily strode down the street of Hogsmeade her hands in her pockets of her coat and her feet trudging slowly more out of laziness than the inability to move faster. She felt like just simply enjoying the fresh air instead of rushing when she had no destination to head to in the immediate future.

Lily could see a group of people, no, a mother and her four children all of which were very similar in appearance to their mother. They all seemed so coddled up and on the move that Lily couldn't help but be reminded of her own family growing up with her mother and her brothers. But then a man with small glasses appeared and lovingly embraced each of the children before tenderly kissing his wife. Lily sighed, glancing away. That was one thing her childhood had lacked to a point. Her father, the guy everyone else seemed to know better than she ever would get the opportunity to get.