Previously in the last chapter:
I silently tip-toed to Harry, who was still in the kitchen, just staring there. I tapped his shoulder and he briefly looks at me. "What's going on?" I whispered.
Back to the story:
"Dudley's angry that he only got thirty-seven presents this year. Aunt Petunia said that there's two more coming today." Harry whispered back. I rolled my eyes. Dudley is such a stupid kid.
"He didn't even know what was thirty-seven plus two." Harry whisperd once again, grinning from ear to ear. I stifled my laughter. We're going to grade 6 and he doesn't know what thirty-seven plus two is! He's a stupid boy.
Uncle Vernon spotted us laughing from the corner of his tiny eyes and screamed, "Go back to your cupboard this instant. No breakfast for you!" He shooed us. I rolled my eyes. Harry and I walked back to the cupboard, me going first and then Harry. Harry then closed the door and we heard Uncle Vernon locked it.
In the cupboard, Harry's stomach growled. I laughed a little too loudly as I think either Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon kicked the door. Harry smiled playfully. "It's not my fault that I'm hungry, jeez."
"Don't worry Harry." I smirked as I took two muffins in a Ziploc bag from the secret place I kept them. "I took these before they came to the kitchen."
I gave one to Harry who devoured it like…LIKE THAT. I looked him with my eyes also bulging from my sockets and he smiled sheepishly. "Sorry…"
"Don't worry. Here, have this." I handed him the second muffin. He looked at me with disbelief.
"I can't take that. You have to eat something too you know. I don't want you to starve." He said, pushing the muffin back to me.
"I ate an apple, Harry…you can have it." I smiled cheekily. I heard Aunt Petunia talking with Uncle Vernon and I silence Harry by putting my finger to his lips.
"What are you—?" Harry was cut off.
"Shhh!" I whispered-yelled. I placed my ear against the door of the cupboard and listened to the conversation going on in the kitchen/dining room.
"…We can't take the brats to Mrs Figg today, Vernon. She broke her leg." I think that was Aunt Petunia's voice.
I looked at Harry and we both grinned at each other. Mrs. Figg was a grouchy old hag that made us drink tea and look at her stupid pictures of cats. Whoever broke her leg…thank god. Harry and I high-fived each other softly, not wanting Aunt Petunia or Uncle Vernon to hear us.
Harry and I both heard some wailing. "B-But I-I don't want them to b-be there with me!" I rolled my eyes. Typical bratty Dudley. I heard some walking and I quickly moved back, motioning Harry to move back.