Sorry this chapter's so short.The next will probably be longer, though

Petunia flipped through page after page of names she didn't recognise for the most part,

in search of something that concerned herself. She settled for a page where her name was

mentioned once:

"If anybody needs lessons in courtesy, it would be both James and Sirius. They were a bit

childish and rude before, but it finally got to me when I witnessed them humiliating Snape

for humor reasons. I even tried to intervene, but it didn't go over so well. Snape called me

a mudblood and I gave up. James and Sirius probably just continued after I left. No use in

getting through to them, even if James is pretty nice to me most of the time.Ugh, I can't believe

I thought Snape was hot once...he would make a good match for Petunia, though."

Petunia frowned; who was this Snape person? She didn't really want to know. Instead, she

continued to read the tell-all book composed by her sister.

"Sometimes, I think I should have been a Hufflepuff."

"Boring," thought Petunia. She turned to another page at random.

"Peeves knocked Marianne down a flight of stairs when one of his pranks went wrong. She

broke her wrist and gto a black eye in the process. Dumbledore is now seriously thinking about

getting rid of Peeves. I'm not sure if I would miss him or not."

Another page.

"James sent me roses. I was surprised at the nice change in him, from an immature boor to

completely romantic. Anyway, I agreed to go to Hogsmeade next weekend with him. I hope I made

the right choice. In other news, Sirius broke his nose in a quidditch accident. I'm shocked at

the amount of blood that can come just from someone's nose. James once offered to teach me the

game but I was afraid. It's so violent at times. I haven't told him how much I dislike Quidditch

yet, so he thinks I'm a fan. Once, I heard that someone was impaled on a wand while playing. It

was a rumor, but it COULD happen. Can't wait until Hogsmeade."

This was boring, mainly because Petunia didn't understand even half of it. She returned

the journal and went to her own bedroom to see if Cleo had come back yet. She had left the

window open just in case. When Petunia entered the room, she smiled to see the owl waiting

patiently on her bed and holding out her left leg. There was a letter attached to it.