who'd want to be friends with you?
i thought he got the second bedroom because mum was afraid he'd turn us into dung beetles if you put him back in the cupboard under the stairs. aunt petunia stops cold, exchanges a dark look with uncle vernon, then sees dudley extending a finger for the pudding.
i'll be waiting to open the door.
cat? what cat?
i know what day it is.
today's your birthday. and nobody cares. dudley snaps shut the flap. harry sighs, takes the soup and a bit of stale bread, and crosses to hedwig.