I roll over in my bed and grab at my cell phone, the same one Heather’s mom got me when she got Heather’s phone six years ago.
“Lily fix it,” Heather moaned from her end.
“Not so loud Heather I have a bleeding hangover.”
“Me too. Can I come over?”
“Will you bring coffee and doughnuts?”
“Then yes. See you in ten”
I hang up and throw the phone towards the end of my bed.
“Unnghh!” I groan, climbing out of bed. I’m still wearing my dress, so I changed quickly into my pajamas and went downstairs to let my parents know that Heather was coming over.
“You’re dad is taking you to the station at eleven.” Mum said.
Eleven. That gave me three hours to hang out with Heather and shower.
I heard thumps on the stairs and my door swing open.
“Coffee,” I moaned, reaching out for the artificially sweetened drink Heather offered. I took a giant sip and sighed.
Heather tossed the bag of doughnuts on the floor and laid down on the floor, putting her head in my lap.
“I’m never drinking again.” She stated forcefully, taking my hands and placing them on her head so I’d play with her hair.
“You’ve said that every year since you were 14.”
“Oh shuddup.” She sighed and it was quiet for a bit.
“What time are you leaving?” she asked quietly.
“I’m going to miss you,” she whispered. “”School sucks without my best friend. You’d think by now I’d be used to it.”
She shot me a sad sort of smile, which I returned.
I often thought about what it would have been like if I hadn’t gone to Hogwarts, but stayed in Muggle schooling with Heather. I never bring it up though, because I know she really does miss me and I don’t want her to get her hopes up or anything.
We spent the next two hours talking and gossiping, mostly about my old friends. Heather always has the funniest stories.
By the time ten rolled around, I realized I should probably get ready for the train, so I left Heather to roam my room while I took a shower. When I got out she started throwing clothes my way, so I tossed them on my bed and dried my hair.
Heather braided her hair in front of my mirror while telling me all about her latest boyfriend while I got dressed.
“Heather, I can’t wear this.”
“And why not?”
“I’m going to the train to my school, not going to a party.”
Heather had dressed me in a short jean skirt, a yellow t-shirt with an army green button up over the top. On my feet were a pair of, wait for it, combat boots.
“Shush silly, you’re wearing this whether you want to or not.” She forced me into the chair in front of my vanity, pulling my hair into a high ponytail.
The rest of the hour passed too quickly for my liking, and all too soon Heather was helping me bring my stuff out to the car.
My dad stood at his door why Heather and I hugged and cried and got snot all over each other.
Attractive, I know.
“You’ll right?” I asked. She would give the letters to my parents, and they would send it through Nymph, the family owl.
“Every day. You’ll call?” My dad set up my phone so it ran on magic and didn’t spazz out because of all the magic at Hogwarts.
“Every night.” We hugged and cried some more.
“Lily, we’re going to be late,” my dad cut in softly.
“I’ll miss you,” Heather whispered.
“I’ll miss you too.” I reluctantly climbed into the car, and as dad drove away, I watched Heather out the window until I couldn’t see her anymore.”
By the time we got to the station my eyes weren’t red anymore, but my makeup was all over my face. I fixed it in the rearview mirror while my dad got my trunk out of the boot of the car. I grabbed Gwen’s carrier and dad and I headed through the wall to the platform.
I put down the carrier on the ground and hugged my dad. After a few minutes he didn’t let go, and the last call whistle on the train went off.
“Daddy, I’m going to be late.”
He let me go and looked at me. His eyes were glistening, and I felt like I was going to start crying again.
“This is the last time you’re getting on the train to go to school baby girl. I’m just going to miss you.”
“Daddy, you’ll see me at graduation.”
“And then you’ll leave. Al and James were trashing the house; I didn’t mind buying them an apartment. But you’re my baby. I just want you to stay with me forever.”
“I have to go.” I didn’t want to cry anymore. Dad helped me get my trunk and Gwen’s carrier onto the train, and the door shut behind me.
I stuck my head out the window. “I love you.”
The train started to pull out of the station. Just like my first year, dad followed the train until it rounded the corner, waving the entire way.
I know this chapter isn’t nearly long enough to make up for the wait, but my life got a little controlling, with SAT sign ups and stupid projects and trying to find a job. Plus I lost my notebook, with three chapters in it. Including THE chapter. So I have to rewrite them. I’ll try to get the next chapter up as soon as possible. Thanks for sticking with me after all this time.
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