Disclaimer: As you can obviously tell, I am not J.K. Rowling- I do not own anything to do with the Harry Potter series. The only things I claim are the characters I made up, whom you will know because they do not actually exist in the HP universe.

Chapter 2: Veronica Cambridge

I'd be lying if I said his wife hated me. She loathed me my first couple of days there. And you know why Veronica Cambridge hated me so much? Obviously the criminal thing didn't really go well with her. But other then that reason, I honestly don't know why she detested me.

But not all was bad in the Cambridge household. Their daughter, Tiffany, was my age, and more like me then I would've thought. She was a bit on the preppy side, but she had a temper and attitude that could only match my own. And her two older brothers, Dean, 12, and Jacob, 14, were pretty cool. I think Jake was a little afraid of me those first few days, with the criminal record and all. He loosened up soon enough, though.

But Dean was either too stupid to notice, or just didn't mind. Now that I've known and lived with them for six years, I'm going to have to go with the stupid thing.

Anyways, it took a week (full of mishaps) for Mrs. Cambridge to even begin to like me. I remember that day so well.

Tiff and I were having our normal pointless conversation...

"Vicky- do you mind if I call you Vicky?" Tiff asked me one day.

"Call me that again, and I will kill you."

"Fair enough. Anyway, does this top look good on me?" She asked of a pink halter.

"Eh, it's a little low."

"Low? What do you mean low?"

"I mean you have too flat a chest for it."

"Oh, and you don't."
"Well I'm not wearing it, am I? Besides, I don't have a flat chest."

"Yes you do."

"No, I do-"

All of a sudden, Dean walked into the room.

"Dean, do I have too flat a chest for this?" Tiffany asked with only the confidence (and stupidity) that she has.

Needless to say, Dean ran out of the room before Tiff could even think about what she had just asked her brother.

I rolled my eyes as she gave me a "What did I say?" look.

"Honey, do you happen to know where my white top is?" Mrs. Cambridge shouted from her room across the hall.

"No mom!" Tiff shouted as she picked up the white top from her floor and threw it in her closet.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."