It was Petunia who first told Lily the names on her wrists. Tuney had just learned to read, a skill of which Lily was incredibly jealous. But when she had walked into her room after they both had been put to bed and offered to read the names on her wrists, she had forgotten her envy immediately. Tuney had pulled out a flashlight and bit her lip in concentration.

"J-Jamis Pot-ter an'... an' Sev-i-rus Snappy" They had collapsed into giggles at the ridiculousness of the "names" and began to whisper about what their soulmates might be like. Petunia's was big and strong and very handsome, almost as handsome as their dad. They would go on great adventures, all the way to Paris and maybe even New York. They would eat croissants and drink tea and be merry all the time and Tuney would have a maid to do all the housework for her.

Lily's was, of course, the secret son of Prince Charles who would one day make her the Queen of England. She would have a lovely big wedding in London and take pictures with the queen and everyone everywhere would be in attendance and if they absolutely couldn't, they could watch on TV. She would be at least 25, and he would be a few years older, she couldn't get married too young, but of course she couldn't look old and wrinkly either. From then on she would be the centre of everyone's attention and on the cover of all the magazines and everyone would want to dress like her and look like her all the time.

Of course, everyone would know Tuney as well, for being the princess' sister, for being pretty, for her wonderful clothes. Lily would give Tuney a whole wing of the castle so that they could be close, but of course Tuney would spend most of her time travelling. When she was in England though, they would go everywhere together, the beautiful princess and her beautiful socialite sister, and everyone would part to let them go through. Sometimes Lily would go on her adventures with her and the pictures would be all over the news-the Evans sisters in Africa, the Evans sisters in India, the Evans sisters travel the world. They would be elegant and extravagant and wouldn't go anywhere without pearls and dresses and updos and big sunglasses, but they would never wear any furs. When Lily became the queen she would make it illegal to ever wear any animal furs, and until then they would run a charity against animal cruelty.

They liked to speculate, and in the coming months they would be actresses and ballerinas and billionaires and artists. They were secretly fairies, and their soulmates were going to find them and take them back to fairyland. Back to fairyland together, of course. There was no future in which they were separate.

"Tuney, Tuney, watch!" Lily took a running jump from the top of the playground and her sister screamed. But instead of crashing to the ground, she floated down, giggling and laughing, like an umbrella-less Mary Poppins. "We are fairies! Now you try!" Eagerly, Petunia climbed up to the top. She was much less confident once she arrived.

"I'm scared!" She called down.

"Hurry! Hurry! The butterflies will help you fly!" Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, Petunia ran off the edge of the platform. It took a few seconds for her to realize she wasn't going to fly. Not like Lily did. She was going to crash down to the ground.

She couldn't find a way to explain why she had done what she did to her mom, or to the doctor taking the x-ray of her arm.

"Lily did it! It worked for Lily!"

"Lily, did you jump off the playground?" Lily, lower lip trembling, nodded. Their mother sighed. "Then you got very lucky. But don't either of you ever, ever do that again. Okay?"