Marauder crack

The second flower was called Petunia

The owl crosses the window of the living room and perches on the fireplace, flapping its wings, waiting for someone to untie the crimson ribbon that carries in one of its legs, attached to a mouldy parchment. When Petunia enters to pick up the sweater that is knitting the huge yellowish color eyes of it is about to give her a heart attack.

- Lily Jane Evans !!!! she yells. - Get this beast out of here IMMEDIATELY!!!!!!!!!!

Holly Mary. As if it wasn't terrible enough to know that Lily receives flying owls in her own room. Now she has to see them too in the living room?

- LILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! - She insists.

She keeps insisting until her sister comes down the stairs, with that irritating calm that never leaves her. Lily walks towards the owl, while Petunia tries to ignore for her own sanity the indisputable fact that there is an abnormal beast in the family room. Lily even strokes its feathers, but of course, what else she can wait. Lily, after all, is not in one's right mind.

- It's okay, Petunia. She's not going to take your eyes out.

- How could you know? Beasts are unpredictable.

Quite the opposite of herself, of course. Because if something is Petunia Evans, it's predictable. She likes to have breakfast at seven thirty in winter and a quarter past eight during summer break. She likes toast to have butter on the edges and not just in the center and she likes the plum marmalade. She doesn't want it to be strawberry or apricot. She likes plum marmalade. She likes to shower with warm water - or cold, not hot- and she likes that Vernon always buys her a medium bag of popcorn when they go out for a walk on Sunday. She likes to have her things tidy and above all, that Lily studies in a boarding school because that way, at least during the course, she can assume that all the cards they come home, will come sealed and appear in the mailbox. They will not be scattered by big-eyed critters that seem to look at her as if they were judging and seem too smart to be simple birds.

Petunia hates owls as much as she loves routine.

- Mom just cleaned the carpet. If that bird makes it dirty you will see how she gets mad.

Lily ignores her as she gently unrolls the scroll and sits down on the couch cross-legged under that huge skirt that she drags everywhere. She hasn't been to a hair salon for so long that her hair falls out to the middle of her back. Vernon said one day that she looked like "One hippie of those", and Petunia has to agree with him because really, she can't say that she looks like something else. Try to make her worry that her bird doesn't shit on the carpet is a waste of time - as if she cares about that- and on second thought, arguing that her mother would not be amused is another stupidity because, of course, for her mother - as for her father - everything that Lily does is always fine. It's always divine, it's always sensational, is always fascinating.Even the fact that her eldest daughter is a freak, a freak, a witch, for crying out loud. Even THAT is divine.

Sensational.

Fascinating.

Petunia has to hide her sister from everyone. Petunia has to pretend with her friends that she studies abroad. Petunia has to get Vernon to think she does not approve of that lifestyle and make an effort that nobody pays to be, simply, normal, but does anyone care about Petunia or her problems?

No one cares.

Lily outshines everything because Lily receives magical owls and has in her hands a letter written to and next to her, a photo with a lot of people that move and of course Petunia does NOT have photos that move.

So, during dinner, Mom and Dad pay attention only to Lily, and they talk to her about school and ask her questions about that photo of her. Always Lily in the center of all "Aaaaaahhh" and "Ooohhhh" that her parents do not stop throwing while they all eat together, commenting on the stupid magical end-of-year photo that they sent to Lily.