It was times when the pressure got too much that you wish he was there. When the exams, the worrying that went with it built up until you wanted to scream. You had always wanted him around then, he was so good at screaming back, letting your frustration out on. But it was worrying you how you were wishing over things about him, wishing how he would drop the act and be that guy you sat up whilst the fire burnt into mere embers; and wish that he would for once call you 'Lily' and not the blunt 'Evans'. You were wishing so much, that every birthday once joining Hogwarts, the first thought that flashed in your head when your friends told you to blow out your candles and make wish, was 'I wish you were who I know you could be'. You understood that you were meant to be, always felt the pull towards him, you just resented that every year you wasted your wish on a boy who let you down, pulled your hair and jinxed you.

"What did he do wrong to you?"

"Well, it's just the fact that he exists..."

The tears that threatened, the rage that was bubbling through your veins and the sinking feeling in your stomach was not just because of the exchange that had broken a friendship; but the breaking of your heart, the broken wishes. And you vowed, as you stormed off, red hair trailing behind your speedy pace, that you would waste no more birthday candles, no more shooting stars on him. No more, would you wish that he was there.