Lily Evans woke up from her dream. The stupid Potter boy she thought coming into my dreams on my birthday, shouldn't've helped him at all.

She glanced up at her clock. 5:30 too early for anyone else to be up. She walked over to her dresser drawer and opened it. Lily blankly took out some stationary and gripped the edges of the bottom of the drawer, willing it to come off. Boy, am I stupid. She thought, now reaching for her wand. She did a tricky little twist-flick, holding her tongue between her teeth for concentration. The bottom popped off and land safely on the top of her dresser.

There it was, the silvery medallion, dusty from lack of wear. She rubbed it with her thumb, making it as shiny as it was in her dream. Carefully she placed the silver chain over her neck and fluffed out her red hair from beneath it. Lily paused for a moment, admiring how she looked in the mirror.

Her friend Monica turned over. Lily quickly shoved it down her shirt, and levitated the false drawer bottom back inside the drawer.

"Oh good Lily! You're awake! I need to give you your birthday present!" Monica pushed back her covers, and pulled her long blonde hair back into a pony tail.

She rummaged down into her trunk, and finally, after about 5 minutes later, she pulled out a badly, yet enthusiastically, wrapped package. " Well," she said excited " Open it!"

Lily carefully unwrapped the gift, a shining silver bracelet with a tiny musical note hanging off the end. Lily put it on, and it clung to her wrist. She discovered that unless she purposely took it off, it would not fall off.

It was also cutting off her circulation. She wanted to make Monica feel appreciated, so she wore it anyway. Monica beamed.

" I heard that this type of bracelet is the top of the fashion in London."

Then the woman in London must know how to survive with no pulse. But Lily didn't say it aloud.

"Thanks so much Monica!" Lily cried, hoping to get the bracelet off as soon as possible. " But now we've got to get down to the Quidditch pitch for the game."

And so the 2 best friends, arm in arm headed down to the great hall to pick up a scone,