"And how was your summer, Dudley?" Mrs. Brensisco asked Dudley patiently. Her fingernails clacked loudly as she clasped her hands together.

"Uh..." said Dudley slowly. Well, I was attacked by an evil black cloak and my demented cousin practically killed me and then he disappeared with some of Their Lot. All in all, a pretty rubbish three months. "Uneventy," he finally said.

One girl in the back, Jodee Chromis, snickered. "Is he actually as stupid as he looks?"

His face turned scarlet. If Jodee were a boy, then he would've knocked her to America. But she was, obviously, a girl. And as a rule, Dudley did not hit girls.

"Well, did you do anything fun?" Mrs. Brensisco pressed.

"No, woman!" Dudley snarled under his breath. "I just hung out," he said in a louder tone.

"With who?" she prodded.

Dudley lost his short temper, and stood up quickly. Too quickly. His stomach wouldn't go past the desk. It was too big.

Pushing away the desk, Dudley marched up to his teacher.

***5 minutes later***

As the ambulance rolled away, taking Mrs. Brensisco with it, Petunia Dursley sighed and tugged at Dudley's bloodstained shirt. "Come on, Dudders. We'll find you another school."

She sighed again and escorted her son off of the school grounds.