Conversation between Mr. Mae and Mr. Dursley was growing thin. They kept repeating topics because, well, they had only a couple of topics that interested both of them, then of corse Mr Dursley would drown on about something that Mr. Mae desperatly tried to keep his eyes open for. Harry was getting the imperssion that Mr. Mae was regretting coming over for dinner, but not nearly as much as his neice. Lev'ka was still sitting on the window seat, but now, she sat bored with her book lying in her lapfaced down. She stared out the window lazily. Harry started to head to his room to enjoy some peace and quiet when Mrs. Dursley had come to the same realization that Harry had about the limited conversation topics avalible to the two men. "Dursley, honey, the food is ready," Mrs. Dursley said softly, but the food had been cook for over an hour and a half ago.
"Well, Mr Mae, i suppose we can save this conversation for another time,"Mr. Dursley smiled and hurried to the dinner table, where Dudley had already began grabbing the cookie that were intended for dessert.
"Harrrrry, dinnertime,"Mrs. Dursley shrieked with a fake she toward Mr. Mae, who noticed his neice was still in the living room.
"Lev, kiddo, aren't you hungary? Come in here please," Mr. Mae pleaded. Lev'ka, still with her book, walked in just as Harry did. She glanced at him just as he glanced at her. They recognized each other expressions.
Lev'ka sat by her uncle who sat by Mr. Dursley who sat by Mrs. Dursley who sat by Dudley who sat by Harry(got it?). So really, Harry sat next to Lev'ka. As dinner had begun, Dudley snatched food from his favorite dishs and stacked them in a pile on his plate. Lev'ka stared, disgusted, at his drooling fat head. Lev'ka glanced at Harry's plate which had only a couple of things on it. Harry flashed her a grin, knowing what she was thinking. Lev'ka looked away quickly and opened her book under the table. Mr. Mae noticed and tapped her on the shoulder, shaking his long head in a disapproving manner. Lev'ka's hands twichted and slammed the book closed, sliding it's worn cover onto the table.
Harry's jaw dropped; his eyes flashed with suprise and amazement. Harry's hand gravitated toward the book's front title, "Walup's: A History Written in Wizard's blood." Harry couldn't believe it. Why would a muggle have the same book he had for his Magical creatures class, enless, the Mae's weren't muggles. This idea seemed impossible. Another wizard or witch living on Privet Drive was absurd, down right unimagenable. A street that screamed normality like a pig squilling before the butcher.
Lev'ka saw Harry's reaction and immediatly threw the book under her chair.
"Well, Mr Mae, i suppose we can save this conversation for another time,"Mr. Dursley smiled and hurried to the dinner table, where Dudley had already began grabbing the cookie that were intended for dessert.
"Harrrrry, dinnertime,"Mrs. Dursley shrieked with a fake she toward Mr. Mae, who noticed his neice was still in the living room.
"Lev, kiddo, aren't you hungary? Come in here please," Mr. Mae pleaded. Lev'ka, still with her book, walked in just as Harry did. She glanced at him just as he glanced at her. They recognized each other expressions.
Lev'ka sat by her uncle who sat by Mr. Dursley who sat by Mrs. Dursley who sat by Dudley who sat by Harry(got it?). So really, Harry sat next to Lev'ka. As dinner had begun, Dudley snatched food from his favorite dishs and stacked them in a pile on his plate. Lev'ka stared, disgusted, at his drooling fat head. Lev'ka glanced at Harry's plate which had only a couple of things on it. Harry flashed her a grin, knowing what she was thinking. Lev'ka looked away quickly and opened her book under the table. Mr. Mae noticed and tapped her on the shoulder, shaking his long head in a disapproving manner. Lev'ka's hands twichted and slammed the book closed, sliding it's worn cover onto the table.
Harry's jaw dropped; his eyes flashed with suprise and amazement. Harry's hand gravitated toward the book's front title, "Walup's: A History Written in Wizard's blood." Harry couldn't believe it. Why would a muggle have the same book he had for his Magical creatures class, enless, the Mae's weren't muggles. This idea seemed impossible. Another wizard or witch living on Privet Drive was absurd, down right unimagenable. A street that screamed normality like a pig squilling before the butcher.
Lev'ka saw Harry's reaction and immediatly threw the book under her chair.