‘Look, Lily,’ said James. He’d packed his last few items in his trunk, in prepapation for his first year at Hogwarts, beginning the following day. ‘You’re not a great sister, but I might miss you. A little.’
The seven-year-old’s eyes suddenly filled with tears.
‘No – Lily, I was joking, of course I’ll –’
She had thrown her small arms around him. ‘I’ll miss you so much, James! Write to me every single day, promise?’
‘Well, maybe not every day, but often, all right?’
Lily sniffed. ‘Wish I was going.’
‘Soon, Lily,’ he said, rubbing her nose with his own. ‘Goodnight.’