Adronia Brown: Magic Becomith
Petunia and her husband felt they had to bring some sort of control to the situation, find some way to pacify the situation with the Brown family. They sat at the table after promising their son a brand new bicycle for their son in exchange for the room. That had been the first decision of rectifying the fact that they seriously came across as abusers.
"We have to find some way to make them think that we aren't... horrible guardians. They might do something, simply horrible to all of us." Petunia stated firmly.
"Invite the girl to Dudley's birthday party," Vernon snapped out.
"We don't have room in the car, do we?" The female became angty.
"We'll make a room for all three," the man snapped again.
"All three? You mean Dudley can't bring his friend like he wanted too?" Petunia let out a deep breath.
"Fine, make it all four."
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I found out from mother that I had been invited to go to the fatso's birthday party. I honestly don't want to go, because that buffoon is a moron. I'll get to see Harry though, but I honestly don't think that the entire trip is worth going, because that also means I am supposed to get fatso a gift. So, I got him one. I don't care if he likes it, but truth of the matter is, I doubt he'll get the joke.
I got up that morning and found a nice, stark white dress laid out for me and I found myself wrinkling up my nose. I stormed downstairs and pointed to the frilly, lacy object. "Why am I having to wear a dress? Because seriously, this doesn't go."
"Young ladies dress in their finest when they go to any sort of part here in Great Britain," the woman stated, narrowing her eyes at me.
"Woman, what century are you from!" At that, I stormed into my room and pulled the dress on. And that was when one of those weird things happened. The colors became tie died and I walked out. "In case you haven't noticed, I don't like the dress."
She glared at my new dress and the fact it no longer had white lace on the edges. It more looked like a pair of overalls with a white shirt. A tie died white shirt. "Where did you put your dress?"
"How should I know? It isn't as if I have control over this." I stepped out of the door and grabbed my package and walked over to the Dursley family and knocked on the door. I was rather pissed off, truth be told, with the fact that I was being made to go to this stupid party. I flung the gift into the big pile of presents, thinking about how spoiled this fatso was.
One of this friends came to and made a comment about me having no breasts, of which then I threatened to punch him in the face. That kid, the fatso then proceeded to unwrap his gifts and then, after finding that his parents only got his so many and it wasn't more then the year before, he began to throw a tantrum. He actually counted before he unwrapped. Not that his counting skills were that great, which is the real reason why the count was off.
Well, eventually he got to my gift and opened it up. He opened it up and dumped out the whoopee cushion. "Cool."
The dumb ass didn't realize that I was calling him a name, a windbag and a fart face, but then... he wasn't very bright. That made the gift so wonderful. Harry was busy prepping the birthday cake in the background and string bean lady asked where the gift came from. Dudley's friend suddenly chuckled and lied. "I brought it."
Well, we then went and piled into the car, after watching the stupid fatso stuff his face full with most of the cake. We squeezed into the back and I unfortunately had to be stuck between fatso and the door. Then again, he took up most of the back seat and was in a need of a diet. There was a sudden smell like rotten eggs. Yes... he definitely needs to go on a diet. I was so glad that they rolled down the windows, but it really didn't help.
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