It was only a couple of weeks after Harry's third year at Hogwarts when the Mae's moved in to the gray house across the street from number four Privet Drive. The house looked almost exactly like the Dursley's except the Mae's had put a single flameing pink flamingo out on the lawn to the Dursley's embrassment. Harry Potter ignored most of what went on in the Dursley's house, but something about the Flamingo made him laugh and want to thank this new family for distrubing the Dursley's prefect image of normality. Mrs. Dursley one day after the moving trucks had left, struted across Privet Drive to invite the Mae's to dinner that night, but found that no one was home. She dropped a letter on the doorstep asking if they would like to have dinner tommorrow night leaving a phone number at the end of the note if they had any questions. To most people, to invite a new neighbor to dinner was a kind gesture, but Harry knew the real reasons. Mrs. Dursley plain and simple had the notion to get the 'juicy juicy' on the Mae's to spread across the street. Mr. Dursley, a heart-less salesman to the bone, wished to persude Mr. Mae and Mrs. Mae to purchase a used car for the price of a new car. Harry almost felt sorry for the new family.
The Mae's failed to show up at their new house for a couple of days even though all of the belongings were within the house according to Mrs. Dursley and her spying. The Dursley's opinion of the Mae's waned to a thread, but just as Mrs. Dursley was about to grab the letter that still sat on the "Home Sweet Home" mat on the front door, a black mustang drove into the Mae's garage. Mrs. Dursley was bursting with excitment that she over looked Harry's presence. Harry glanced out at the house and then to the flaming-pink flamingo. Harry shook of his curiousity and went up stairs. When in his room, Harry pulled up the loose bored and began working on his essay "A Thousand and One Ways to Identify a Walup." He had read in a book called, "Walup's: A History Written in Wizard's blood" that Walup's were as big as a german shepard with short fuzzy fur and a long tail that resembled a lions. The book continued to say that a Walup was not a feline but was classified as a canine. As fasinating as this was to Harry, he was sick already of reading books instead of doing magic like in his classes. He was about to continue with his essay when Mr. Dursley bellowed, "Harry!!"
Harry rolled his eyes. 'What now,' Harry thought.
"Harry!! Get do here this instant!" Mr. Dursley continued to shout. Harry walked down stairs. Mrs. Dursley rushed from the counter to the oven and then back again fixing dinner at an abnormal pace for her usual slow self. Even more odd was the was Mr. Dursley was trying to sound nice to him. "Harry, Mr Mae and his family are finally coming over for dinner," Mr. Dursley explain with a fake smile on his face. "Harry, I'm telling you to not embrasse this family with your nonsense. Mr. Mae, I'm sure, would be offended with any thing you say, so Don't Say Any Thing." Mr. Dursley even had his fat pig dress in one of his specially orders shirts for the gullentous boy so as to impress Mr. Mae and his family. Harry shook his head at the Dursley's behavior, trying to impress everyone with their normaility. In an hour Mrs. Dursley had made a meal that definetly broke the diet the family has been on since the nurse at Dudley's school pronunced that Dudley was deathly overweight ( "the size of a whale"). The Dursleys and Harry waited another hour before the Mae's showed up which ended up being just a tall skinny man with ash blond hair and green eyes. He was greeted by a Mr. Dursley trying to seem buddy-buddy with Mr. Mae, like they had gone to school together. Mr. Mae accepted the treatment with a friendly smile and a casual handshake and a hug which Mr. Dursley had found offensive but ignored anyway. Both Mr. Mae and Mr. Dursley walked into the living room to chat i.e. for Mr. Dursley to continue to offer Mr. Mae a used car for the price of a new car and then for Mr. Mae to continue to decline in good humor. Behind Mr. Mae, walked a girl of about Harry's age, her face planted in a think old looking book. Harry stared at her for a second but went to the kitchen where Mrs. Dursley eyed with a "don't do anything, talk anything, or think anything" look. Harry looked down angry at his treatment, but decided that the Dursley's happenings were boring and not worth his time. Harry helpped(forced) to set the table while Mr. Dursley brought up the subject of the girl sitting in the window seat by Mr. Mae. Mr. Mae smiled happily and said, "this is my neice, Lev'ka Mae. Lev'ka, Honey, say hello please."
Lev'ka dropped her book in her lap and smiled an imitation of her uncles smile to Mr. Dursley. She immediately began reading again but not with out a whispered, "hello."
Mr. Mae sort of smiled, a little embrassed at his niece's rude behavior. "She's a reader. Right now, I believe, she's working on some homework. Very studious, Lev'ka," Mr Mae explained with a proud smile. Harry could almost see her rolling her eyes.