As he slowly raised himself from the chair he eyed me suspiciously, but was forced to look away as Petunia took a hold of his fat arm, and dragged him through the kitchen. I had always thought that he would not fit. That he had to knock something down somewhere. I was wrong. He miraculously got through the kitchen without knocking anything down. He put his fat arm under hers and led her to the door without even glancing at me.

“Want to go to Sugarplum’s?” Claire asked suddenly. She looked perfectly transfixed on something in that shop, because when she kept tugging on my sleeve; she never took her eyes of it.

“Sure, if you want to.” She almost dragged me in there, so I had to hold on to my bags extra hard for them not to fall out of my hands.
The more odd thing about it, was that once we were in the shop, she didn’t actually look at any of the sweets on the shelves, but just picked one up, and fidgeted a little with it while looking only to her right.

I slumped down hard on my bed.

“Two hours with Potter, and you’re already dreading for your sanity.” Claire was on her bed, combing her hair.

“I honestly don’t know what I’m going to do.” I looked up into the curtains of my four-poster bed.

“You’ll survive, you usually do.” She laughed a little to herself.

My eyes turned to slits, as I gave him a death glare. “You want me to go to the unofficial garbage site of Hogwarts, just to apologize to some git who can’t man up and come down here himself?”