I leaned on my hand and looked out the window, counting down the minutes until the bell rang.
It was finally summer vacation, and everyone would be coming home. I was itching in my seat, ready to sprint to my car and get home to see Hugo and my brothers, Aunt Hermione, and my dad.
"Lily."
I looked up and he was smiling, holding out his hand. I smiled. "Hey."
"The bell rang. You ready?"
I looked around the room, finding it almost empty. "Oh my gosh. I completely spaced out. I have to get home!" I stood and kissed him on the cheek, throwing my bag over my shoulder and running for the door. "I'll call you later, okay?!"
He only watched me go, smiling slightly. I had been talking his ear off for weeks about this day, when my whole family would be home. For the first time since Christmas. I ran for the car, climbing in and hurrying to get on the road.
It was always hard when they all left again, leaving me with my Muggle world. Leave me to be a Muggle again. It was always hard to say goodbye and forget magic until Christmas. But I always managed to get back into a routine with my mom, back into the routine of soccer games and math tests and my Muggle boyfriend.
I met Peter my first year of Muggle school, 7th year. I was scared and was keeping quiet: just like my parents had told me. Dad told me to be myself, but I couldn't tell anyone about magic. It would get them in trouble, and I didn't want that. So I kept quite and sat in the back, focusing on my lessons and making sure I got all good grades to show my parents whenever they had a moment to see. Peter was also quiet. He was my lab partner in biology, and we had a silent agreement throughout the year: he would do the actual experiment (while I watched) and I would write the lab reports and out both of our names on it.
Then we started eating together at lunch, commenting every so often on each other's lunches or shoes. And that was how our friendship started. The school was small, so Peter was more than often in at least one of my classes as we grew up. He began asking questions our 9th year, things like what my favorite color was, or what I saw when I looked at the stars. He was thoughtful and always smiling at me, the smile he saved for only me. When he asked me on a date last year, I said yes without hesitation. Peter made me feel like I was good enough, something I never felt at home. Being the squib of the family, I never had the most interesting stories, and I could almost never relate to what my cousins or brothers were going through at school. My mother, Hugo and Peter were the only people who knew Lily Potter for the Muggle girl she was. Even so, I loved sitting back and hearing all of the wizarding stories. They inspired me to push my limits and be brave. Hogwarts was somewhere I had always longed to see for myself, and so when everyone came home I was always begging for a deep description of their latest adventures through the castle of the Forbidden Forest.
When I pulled into the driveway, I almost forgot to put my car into park. I thrust the parking brake up and got out of the car, pulling my fingers through my hair sloppily as I walked toward the door. I took a deep breath and walked inside, looking around for my brothers or Hugo or Dad.
I went into the kitchen and everyone looked up at me, smiling largely. Hugo got to me first, pulling me into a huge hug. Even though we saw only saw each other during the summer and at Christmas, we were still best friends. We wrote almost every day and gave each other the details of our lives. He was taller than me now, and I grimaced as I noticed. Every time he came home, one of us had grown a little bit taller than the other. His red hair was shaggy and too long, but his eyes were as bright and kind as ever. I pulled away and punched his arm, realizing how much I really had missed him. "Hey Lil."
