Lily sat moping.
So what if that wasn't polite??

Then the pleasure of doing something wrong caught up to her.
She smiled.

Then scowled.
She couldn't do anything right.

It was always Petunia who did things right- she colored in the lines, looked both ways, ate her yucky spinach.

Last night's there'd been spinach and Petunia had eaten her whole portion but Lily had pouted, refusing to eat it, and then it turned out be spoiled and Petunia shouldn't have had any.

That was funny.
Feeling better, Lily pushed herself back and forth on the swing, wishing she could fly.