Around eleven years later, Violet Dursley wakes up to the feeling of pressure coming from under her bed. Two points walking up and down her back in an annoying but not painful way. The young girl looks over the side of her bed to see her older sister on the bunk below her pushing her feet into the mattress above her.
"Petunia! Stop it dad told you that will break the bed!" she warns her sister who brings her feet down with a huff.
"What? Are you going to tattle on me? Tattle tail" she sticks her tongue out as Violet climbs down from her bed scowling as Petunia gets out of her own bed.
"I would stop if you let me have the top bunk anyway it's not fair" Petunia crosses her arms and violet groans.
"You're bigger that's why I get the top" she reasons while Petunia wrinkles her nose obviously not satisfied with this.
"Older doesn't mean bigger" she says simply watching Violet's face go red. It's true that Violet took more after her father Dudley. Unlike Petunia whose body was lean and almost frail like her mother Violet was short as well as stout, her baby fat was being proven harder to lose then her sister. It was a sore spot that made her freckled face erupt in crimson whenever her grandmother would poke her belly or when the kids at school teased her, though Petunia rarely mentioned it it was still hurtful.
"NOONY THAT'S MEAN!" she yells with the childhood nickname her sister hated, Petunia scowls at this verbal assault.
"Don't call me that!" Petunia yells and Violet feels triumphant before the older girl pulls out the nuclear option.
"Fatty fatty Croooocus! Fatty fatty croooocus" she starts singing and Violet can feel the sting of tears as she runs out of the room
"MUM! DAD!" she yells while Petunia keeps singing from down the hall making fun of her.
"Tattle tail Crooooocus! Little piggy Croooooocus squeal piggy!" Violet runs and hugs her mother from behind while she stands by the stove.
"Mummy! Noony is being mean! Make her stop it!" Dudley looks up from his newspaper looking over to see his oldest running after her sister.
"Whatever she's telling you it's a lie!" Petunia yells, breathing heavily and pulling her mother's skirt.
"She's gone mad!" Dudley sighs, setting his paper down while his wife can't move from her children screaming at eachother from either side of her.
"Girls! Your mother is busy please!" He tries to calm them down but no one can hear through the high pitched screams of sisters fighting.
"Dudley, honey… grab one of them!" Violet's mother tries to yell over the girls before Dudley picks up Petunia, setting her on his lap and giving her a scone.
"Put jam on this for me will you Darling?" He sighs as the fighting stops and Petunia does as she's told. Violet looks up at her mother, stirring something on the stove.
"Can I help mum?" Violet asks and watches her mother's face morph from one of worry to a smile.
"Alright honey bunny" she says, picking the young girl up and placing her on the counter.
"But only if you promise not to fight with Patty anymore" she smiles, poking her daughter's nose who nods.
"I promise" Violet smiles looking over as her mother hands her an empty bowl.
"Now we'll add flour… and sugar" she lists off more ingredients, placing them in the bowl. Violet always loves cooking with her mother and father turning multiple ingredients into one thing fascinates her.
"Cooking is boring Mum…" Petunia says simply flipping through the comic section of the paper as her mother places Violet back on the ground.
"I like cooking" Violet says softly and Petunia furrows her brows pursing her lips.
"That makes sense, you like boring things" she shrugs and Violet gasps but remembers her promise. Suddenly Petunia's plate gets knocked onto her outfit out of nowhere as Violet sits down.
"Ugh! Gross!" she yells before running to the bedroom her and her sister share.
After Breakfast Dudley kisses his wife goodbye as they both leave for work. Violet finishes brushing her teeth walking to her bedroom only to find it locked
"Noony let me in! I need to get dressed!" she yells through the door.
"No! I want my own room! And I want to be alone!" She yells back and Violet groans banging on the door.
"Noony come on! At least give me my clothes!" She tries to reason, Petunia has been acting differently for a while and she doesn't understand why.
"Stop calling me that and go away, you're annoying!" she yells, inside the room Petunia just wanted to be alone five minutes to read, or think, or do something without her little sister. Violet hears the letter slot at the door and turns around.
"Noony there's a letter at the door" she says but Petunia doesn't answer. Violet rolls her eyes,
"Petunia! Come out!" she yells and her sister groans on the other side of the door.
"Stop lying!" Petunia calls back and Violet is confused.
"I'm not! Noony I swear!" she huffs and there's a laugh from the other side.
"You've gone mad then." The troublesome girl locked in her bedroom laughs.
"Why do you say that?" Violet is confused before the door opens and Petunia looks down at her.
"No post on Sundays, are you dim?" she asks and the younger girl pouts.
"Go check for yourself if you don't believe me" she crosses her arms.