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Chapter three: Petunia the Shrew

Harry approached the receptionist, she was sitting back watching what looked like 'Open At All Hours', Harry was temporarily shocked, how did he know this? He didn't want to know...He cleared his throat loudly. The lady ignored him. He tried knocking on the window, still he was ignored.

"Oi! LADY!"

The receptionist looked up glaring,

"Yes?"

Harry blushed, he hadn't meant to be so rude...

"Um...I'm enrolling..."

"Where?"

Harry looked confused,

"Here."

The lady clicked her tongue impatiently and grabbed a small bundle of papers,

"Fill in these."

Harry looked at them in shock,

"All of them?"

The lady looked at him,

"No. I'm just telling you this because I love to file these stupid pieces of crap."

Harry grinned sheepishly,

"I guessing that's sarcasism?"

"Congratulations."

Harry sighed, grabbed a pen and sat in a nearby chair and began ticking boxes.

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After ticking 'no' for question 104 (Have you ever had any charges pressed against you or your pet?) Harry heard a female voice speaking to the receptionist, he looked up.

"Well, well, well...Petunia Evans, been sent to the councillor again?"

"Oh shut up Rosie, I just so happen to be opinionated. There's no crime against that."

Rosie the receptionist stared at her,

"You have an opinion about everything. No wonder they call you a 'monstrous bitch.'"

Petunia glared at Rosie,

"Who says that?"

"Nearly every tramitised kid that walks through that door...Oh except for Sommervault and the chess club, but that lot are just strange..."

Petunia clicked her tongue,

"Well quite frankly I don't see why this is any of your business and I advise you to-"

"Miss. Evans! I see you have been sent to me again...Please come in..."

Petunia gave Rosie one last piercing glare and stepped into the councillors office. Harry hung his head, he was dealing with a shrew.