"FOUR MORE DAYS UNTIL WE GO BACK TO HOGWARTS!"

"Sarah…" I groaned. "I am going to kill you."

"Four more days!" she squealed again, bouncing on the side of Lily's bed, her golden, straight-cut bangs falling into her eyes. Lily and I both stirred.

"Morning people," I muttered.

"Hate them," Lily agreed.

"I think I'm dying."

"You know who I want to die? Give you one guess."

"James."

Lily was silent.

"Ok, not the person I was thinking of but yes."

For the past week, Sarah had been waking us up with how many days we had left until we went back to Hogwarts. Little did she know, I was on the verge of turning her into a toad, but first, I needed to figure out how to do that. Gosh darn it McGonagall. You failed me.

"Guys, I've been up for two hours, and I'm bored. Rise. And. Fricken. Shine." With each word, Sarah struck us with a pillow.

"I'll show you shine," murmured Lily, reaching for her alarm clock and throwing it at Sarah.

"Hey!" Sarah yelled, rubbing her arm where the clock had hit.

"Nice throw." I fist-bumped Lily.

"That hurt."

"Good," I quipped.

"Eva…" Sarah pleaded.

"Fine. FINE! I'm getting up! All sunshine and happiness," I scowled murderously at Sarah. I knew the difference between fully-awake-me and barely-awake-me was terrifying. I didn't care. "I hate everyone. Don't talk to me… coffee?" I turned to Sarah.

She chuckled.

"You are an absolute monster in the morning. Mrs. Evans made some this morning. Try not to kill anyone on your way down Mr. Hyde."

"Lils," I looked pleadingly at her. She sighed and got up.

"Coffee," she whispered.

We trudged downstairs, looking like a couple of regular zombies. Sarah, Lily, and I had all grown up in relatively muggle homes. Lils and I were both muggleborn, and Sarah was a half-blood who grew up muggle at the request of her mother. Violet was the only one of us who had grown up in a wizarding family. Her family had such a long history in magic it was known as a pureblood family. Whenever Violet came over to any of our houses, we had to explain what obvious things were to her like Whitney Houston or alarm clocks.

I sat at the table, holding onto my coffee mug for dear life and staring into its creamy depths. Honestly, it was mostly cream and sugar. Lily always made fun of me for it. I refused to look up from the off-white drink however. If I did, Sarah would start talking, so I had to pretend I was a Seer reading the coffee grounds in my mug. Professor Lola would be so proud. I glanced over at Lily who was doing the same. Sarah sat quietly across from us, waiting for us to wake up.

"Alright Goldilocks," Lily broke the silence after twenty minutes, yawning one last time and shaking her head. "What do you want to do?"

"I…"

"We need to go to Diagon Alley," Lily cut her off absentmindedly, and Sarah smirked at me. Once Lily had a thought, she immediately had to say it. To people who didn't know her, it must seem rude, but we were used to it. "First, Eva and I need to get dressed, then we need to find our Hogwarts letters so we can get what we need for this year, then we need to stop at Gringotts, then…" Lily had grabbed a pen and was making a list.

"Or…" I cut her off as I came back from taking my mug to the sink, "we could not make a list…"

"No!" Lily protested as I snatched the paper from her and threw it out.

"…and we could just wing it. It's so much more fun that way!"

"But we could forget something."

"I vote for no plan," Sarah smiled.

"I second the motion," I grinned.

"Looks like you're outnumbered Mom."

"Where's Vi when I need her," Lily groaned, exasperated.

"In France with all the French boys!" Sarah wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"Ooh-la-la!" I interjected, twirling around. "And you just know," I added, turning to face the girls, "she's gonna come back with six boyfriends and seventeen admirers."

"That is…very precise," Lily smirked but nodded. "Maybe she'll lend us a couple."

"But you already have…"

"Don't even get me started Eva!"

"James," Sarah finished for me.

"Why did Vi leave me with you two!" Her voice was muffled as she collapsed onto the table.

"You know you love us," I sang, earning a dirty look.