The trio arrived downstairs where Mrs. Gulic interrupted Mr. Gulic and
Dursley avidly talking about their obviously settled business deal.
"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley! How come you never told us that your nephew lived with you?" Mrs. Gulic smiled, not wanting to press to uncomfortably far.
"Oh! My goodness! Um...Harry dear, I didn't uh...hear you come in."
"Um...sorry Aunt Petunia... I didn't want to disturb you."
"Of course..." Mrs. Dursley paused with a forced smile. "And Harry...mind your manners in front of our guests..." She warned with a cold look in his direction. Mr. Dursley said nothing but Krys could tell, from the look and color of his face that he was trying his hardest not to.
The two families continued with their polite chatter. The two 17-year-olds were quite content to finish their earlier conversation. Harry and Krys both sat upon the brick stoop of the Dursley's fireplace. His words were only for Krys who was enveloped within his world of antics at school with his friends. Mr. Dursley took an obvious dislike to the fact that Harry was talking to the young lady who was intended for his own son, but did not say a word from behind his icy glare.
Mrs. Dursley and Mrs. Gulic seemed to be getting along rather well. They were avidly discussing something that Krys had dreaded since she had first heard of her father's plans to move his company abroad. Mrs. Dursley was persuading her mother to take interest in the house that was for sale a few streets down. She thought it would be a good idea since the Gulic's had decided to make a permanent residence in England.
"George, what do you think?" Mrs. Gulic looked at her husband questioningly, interrupting the rest of the group's conversions. "Surrey would be a nice place to live while you start your company overseas. Mrs. Dursley has just finished telling me how quaint it is here."
Mr. Gulic was obviously still musing over the idea as both mothers continued their vivid conversation where they had left off. Krys frowned, hating any mention of staying for a few years in a country that she was not a native of.
"I was just thinking about it myself. And I could think of no better place." Harry's smile was discrete as he looked upon his new neighbor with growing likeness.
"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley! How come you never told us that your nephew lived with you?" Mrs. Gulic smiled, not wanting to press to uncomfortably far.
"Oh! My goodness! Um...Harry dear, I didn't uh...hear you come in."
"Um...sorry Aunt Petunia... I didn't want to disturb you."
"Of course..." Mrs. Dursley paused with a forced smile. "And Harry...mind your manners in front of our guests..." She warned with a cold look in his direction. Mr. Dursley said nothing but Krys could tell, from the look and color of his face that he was trying his hardest not to.
The two families continued with their polite chatter. The two 17-year-olds were quite content to finish their earlier conversation. Harry and Krys both sat upon the brick stoop of the Dursley's fireplace. His words were only for Krys who was enveloped within his world of antics at school with his friends. Mr. Dursley took an obvious dislike to the fact that Harry was talking to the young lady who was intended for his own son, but did not say a word from behind his icy glare.
Mrs. Dursley and Mrs. Gulic seemed to be getting along rather well. They were avidly discussing something that Krys had dreaded since she had first heard of her father's plans to move his company abroad. Mrs. Dursley was persuading her mother to take interest in the house that was for sale a few streets down. She thought it would be a good idea since the Gulic's had decided to make a permanent residence in England.
"George, what do you think?" Mrs. Gulic looked at her husband questioningly, interrupting the rest of the group's conversions. "Surrey would be a nice place to live while you start your company overseas. Mrs. Dursley has just finished telling me how quaint it is here."
Mr. Gulic was obviously still musing over the idea as both mothers continued their vivid conversation where they had left off. Krys frowned, hating any mention of staying for a few years in a country that she was not a native of.
"I was just thinking about it myself. And I could think of no better place." Harry's smile was discrete as he looked upon his new neighbor with growing likeness.