Author's Note: My very first attempt to contribute to the hundreds of thousands(millions?)of stories on Fanfiction, don't kill me if you don't like it!Here I have a drabble carefully written with some help from Raven Silvers. An interesting perspective of the woman beneath the tweed jacket that is Aunt Marge. Enjoy! XD
Ha! That sharp-eyed Petunia won't know I got this tweed jacket from a garage sale!
Here we go. Another 20 pounds for Dudley.
Oh look, he's charming!
Hope Vernon's got some brandy, will need some.
Ugh, that disgusting messy-haired kid. Harley. No, Humphrey. No, it's …
"Oh, excellent nosh, Petunia!"
"That's the boy!"
"That's alright…. I have a very firm grip!"
"Ah! Vernon, help me!"
"Don't you dare!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"
Oh brother, now I know why this jacket's from a garage sale…
Brr… cold.
Heartburn! It's brandy! Spicy!
Goodness knows how long it's been.
"Heeellllpppppp!"
Cloud, house, road, cloud, house, road…