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AN-First of, sorry for not loading thing much earlier, first there was
school, now there is finals
AN-First of, sorry for not loading thing much
earlier, first there was school, now there is finals.And then I just got accepted into UCLA, so
I’m in a bit of a tizzy.But I would
like to thank Moey for being an awesome Beta, for
Frankie Beeblebrox for cheering me on and fussing at
me to get this thing on the web.Lastly,
thanks to Mom, who helps cheer me on, and dorks with me on all things
This is the sequel to “Blind
Date” and “Dinner Talk”, in which Vernon and Petunia have one sleepless night wondering what to do
about one another….
It just couldn’t be true, Vernon thought to himself. Really, this day and age, witches and
wizards, who believed in such claptrap? Surely not his calm, sensible Petunia,
she was always so reasonable, so sane. They wouldn’t let anyone like that be a
teacher at a school if they thought they believed in such silly nonsense.
No, there had to be some sort of
mistake. Perhaps Petunia meant her sister was just a mean person? No, she had quite
clearly said that she could do things; she had ‘strange, abnormal powers’. What
did she mean by that? Vernon shuddered to know.
He had been so nervous all
evening, so worried she would say no. He had so wanted to marry her to, she was
his ideal. Now what would he tell his mother? Sorry, Mum, but the woman of my
dreams is stark, raving mad! Well…perhaps it would be an improvement over
Sit up…look at clock…, far too early to get up…groan.
Perhaps there was something good
on the telly. Yes, perhaps one of those late night
monster movies with Christopher Lee. Most channels were off the air. Ahhh, this one he flipped on had something particularly
gory. Were American teenagers that idiotic back in the day? Really, they almost
deserved to be eaten if they couldn’t do anything else but sit in the stupid
car. He wondered how this monster was made, what turned it into a monster? It
was usually radiation or something, as if nuclear was bad. Could be
magic….DON’T THINK THAT, he commanded himself sternly. Still…what if it were
true, he idyll wondered. What if her sister was…a witch? Now he was being
silly, how could he believe it?
Maybe he should go speak to her
sister. She said she was coming home from that school of hers this week. Yes,
perhaps he would go speak to her. She might think he was some horrible lecher
who was but to do awful things to her! But he wasn’t, just want to have a chat
about her sister’s sanity. She might think he was awful for it. She might
assume that he was out after her. How could he be, the child was barely 18! No,
such preposterous nonsense, she would know better than that, she goes to a
gifted school. Yes, that was it, not some MAGIC school.
That might be it, perhaps Petunia
was jealous. He loved her and all, but Petunia was only as smart as everyone
else. Perhaps she was just jealous of her sister. Well she shouldn’t be
jealous. She was plenty talented in her own way. Perhaps that was the root of
all of this. How silly, her calling her sister a witch. Still, it couldn’t hurt
to go talk to the girl, could it?
He wondered if there were
wizards, what sort of monsters they would make….STOP THAT!
It just wasn’t fair, Petunia
thought to herself. Lily had everything, the looks, the magical talent, the boyfriend,
and what did Petunia have? A thankless job at a school, one good friend who had
gone and married and practically ignored Petunia now, and an empty shell of a
relationship that was all over now. Four days had gone by and no word from Vernon. She had scarcely left the house for fear he might try to
Lily and her infernal boyfriend
were supposed to be home tomorrow. Petunia was supposed to meet her sister at
Kings Cross Station, along with their parents. Why should she have to? Lily was
of age now. It wasn’t as if she needed her family there. Besides, she has that
blasted wand of hers, couldn’t she protect herself now? Wasn’t it bad enough
she had ruined Petunia’s life, now she had to inconvenience her on top of it
She hated her life, she hated her
sister, and she hated magic. Damn it all!
Oh dear, she had just thought of
a rather bad word. Rather unladylike, Petunia, no matter how angry you are, she
thought to herself severely.
Sit up…take drink of water…look
at clock….three AM, much too early.
Perhaps a cup of tea would be
soothing. The tea kettle went onto stove, and the window looks like an inviting
place to go and have a think. She looked out, the husband from across the hall
was just getting in. She made a note to ask his wife about that, perhaps there
has been some family emergency. Hmm…
Life was just so empty without Vernon. He was something she could cling to in her rather humdrum
existence. Yes, he was a rather simple man, but she enjoyed that, not having to
worry that HE would be coming in at three in the morning from God-knows-where.
He was reliable, dependable, ever so thoughtful, and very conscientious of his
appearance and manner. Not like that Potter boy at all, with his unruly hair
and devil-may-care attitude. What did Lily saw in him? All Petunia wanted was a
man who could care for simple, no-nonsense her. Now that seemed to be slipping
through her fingers as well.
The tea kettle whistled. She went
to attend it.
She wondered if perhaps she spoke
to Vernon, assured him that Lily would have no place in their life
if he didn’t want it. She would be running off to join her strange friends
anyway, as soon as she found a job at least, or married that scoundrel she
brought home. She couldn’t believe the girl was even considering it. Still, she
would be far away from Petunia, and from Vernon, and he would be happy, and they could live their happy,
normal lives. Maybe he would be happy if she vowed to never let that magic ever
touch their lives, so help her God.
Sleep was a long time coming to
Petunia, but as she drifted, she promised herself that if she had to cut off
all ties with her family she would. She was rather in love with Vernon Dursley.
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