Lily woke up and smelled the fresh island air. This day would be her last here, but she was excited nonetheless. Yesterday, both the Potters, Evanses, and Sirius had gone to the beach. But today she would have to pack up. Lily looked over to her sister's bed to find it was empty. She got up and went into the bathroom, brushing her teeth and dressing.

Petunia was downstairs when Lily found her, sitting in the lobby and watching the huge color television. Lily politely walked over and sat down next to her. Petunia sighed.

"I don't want to leave yet!" she exclaimed. Poor Petunia, Lily thought. She sounds like such a baby, even when she tries to be grown-up.

"It's all right, Petunia," Lily said, trying to soothe her sister. Petunia stood up and took her hand. They went up to their rooms silently and got out their suitcases to pack when there was a knock at their door. Petunia answered it and two red-faced boys tumbled into the girls' room.

"We heard you're leaving," James stated. Lily nodded sadly. Sirius furrowed his brow.

"Well, we are two. So we came to say good-bye to you. And help you pack!" Sirius said. They sat down on Lily's bed and picked up her neatly folded clothes. The two boys shoved them hastily into the bag. Lily sighed and picked up her bathing suits and things, putting them neatly into the bag. Lily packed the rest and sat down.

"Let's do something," Lily said. "I'm bored."

"What will you do when you get home?" James asked everyone. "I am going to France, to visit my grandmother."

"I will just play outside, or with Rose," Lily answered simply.

"I, for one, will be out looking at dudes," Petunia said snootily.

"You have an elephant?" Sirius asked. Petunia was taken aback.

"No, why?"

"Well, you said you would be looking at dudes. Infected hairs on elephants' butts," Sirius explained.

"You brat, come here!" Petunia demanded.

"I am rubber, you are glue. Whatever you say bounces off me and sticks to you," Sirius told her childishly. He stuck his tongue out and she lunged at him.

***

Mrs. Potter scribbled down her address on the napkin and handed it to Mrs. Evans.

"There you are, Violet, our address. Please write us sometime," Lavinia said graciously. Violet Evans nodded. She stuck the napkin into her purse.

"As soon as we arrive, I will," she replied.

"When we arrive at home, we must go to France. Harold's mother will be waiting for us. She loves to teach James and our daughter manners, and how to speak different languages. Grandmere is also very strict," Lavinia told Violet. She nodded.

"Lily's great aunt Arabella is the same. Reads her fantasy stories of witches and wizards and always tries to teach her Latin, Spanish, and such. Poor woman, she's lonely. Her husband, the poor soul, is a little crazy," Violet said.

"Grandmere thinks we should discipline our children in harsher methods. Harold was always a troublemaker, I tell her. She will not listen to a word we say. Harold and I think that James and Amelia are fine," Mrs. Potter said dryly. "Anyway, please contact us if you ever need anything." Violet nodded

James and Sirius headed back to their rooms. They both had headaches from hearing Petunia scream at them for what seemed like hours. They drug out their bags and shoved their clothes, toys, and leftover prank items into them. They dragged their bags down to Mrs. Potter's room, and found Lily and Petunia's mother there. She smiled and gave both boys a hug.

"Maybe you two can come down to our house and play with the girls sometime," she said with a sad smile. They both nodded.

"Come, boys, and set your bags down. Amelia will be waiting at the airport for us in a few hours, so we must hurry," Lavinia said. Harold Potter strode into the room. He had messy black hair and was extremely tall.

"Bon après-midi! What are we all doing?" he said in a booming voice, with a trace of a French accent. He grinned. James shook his head. "The car is waiting below for us. It is time to leave," he announced. Harold bowed to Mrs. Evans and left the room swiftly.

"I guess this is my cue to leave. I will be speaking to you soon, Lavinia. Good-bye, boys," Violet said.

~*~

The bellboy dragged the Evans family's luggage onto the sidewalk and into a taxicab. He tipped his hat. At the same time, the Potters came out of the hotel, Harold Potter scolding his younger son. He walked up to Mr. Evans.

"Ahh, Evanses. Goodbye, au revoir!" Mr. Potter said. Sirius stepped up and gave Lily a brotherly hug. James paled and gave Lily one too, slipping something into her pocket. The Potters said good-bye and got into their Rolls-Royce and drove away.

~*~

Lily took off her jacket and laid it onto her bed. Something fell out of the pocket, a necklace with a purple lily gilded with gold. She clasped it around her neck, thinking that only James could have given her something so pretty. She hoped he would come to visit sometime soon.