We Don’t Need You
Mar. 3rd, 2020 02:03 pmvia https://ift.tt/3cuols4
colubrina:
When Petunia Dursley opened the door that bright and cheerful morning, she expected to find a salesman she could order away. There was a lot of pleasure to be had in telling people to go away and she’d already had a bit of a spat with her husband about lawn care this morning. She welcomed the chance to let a little of her ire out on whatever fool had come up to her door at 9AM dressed like someone who’d fallen into a charity shop and decided he’d take something from each rack.
“Good morning, Petunia.”
It was not a salesman.
Albus Dumbledore – who she recognized from her sister’s cursed frog cards – came bustling in past her, a baby in his arms. He walked right into her parlour without so much as a by-your-leave, and three men in black she hadn’t noticed earlier came in behind him. One, she was most upset to see, was the greasy boy her sister had fallen in with right before she’d gone to that… that… that magic school.
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colubrina:
When Petunia Dursley opened the door that bright and cheerful morning, she expected to find a salesman she could order away. There was a lot of pleasure to be had in telling people to go away and she’d already had a bit of a spat with her husband about lawn care this morning. She welcomed the chance to let a little of her ire out on whatever fool had come up to her door at 9AM dressed like someone who’d fallen into a charity shop and decided he’d take something from each rack.
“Good morning, Petunia.”
It was not a salesman.
Albus Dumbledore – who she recognized from her sister’s cursed frog cards – came bustling in past her, a baby in his arms. He walked right into her parlour without so much as a by-your-leave, and three men in black she hadn’t noticed earlier came in behind him. One, she was most upset to see, was the greasy boy her sister had fallen in with right before she’d gone to that… that… that magic school.
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