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Petunia Evans was a completely different person from your expectations, if you are to be completely honest. She was a joyful little kid, with a particular affinity for aesthetics and everything cute. It was hard to think this little girl, who liked sugary pastries and hated anything bitter, would grow to hate ( you ) Lily - going as far as to mistreat her son just like that.
She was really cute, now that you think about it. There was a soft spot reserved for her in your heart - with how much she tried to spend time with you and always tried to get your attention in one way or other. She was like a... cat of sorts, want to have your attention but doesn't exactly express it explicitly.
She reminds you too much of - ( I'MSORRYPLEASESTOPSTOP- )
Although there are times like these when you feel like she is simply being unreasonable. Like now, where she's complaining about Severus and how she thinks he would be a bad influence for her baby sister.
"And he's a freak, Lily! You should have saw him glaring all of us down when Danny invited him to play with us -"
You sigh, turning your head away. He isn't that bad, by your standards. At least he shows his distaste clearly, like an open book and that was all you needed to put an ounce of trust in him. Just a little bit, better than the rest.
"Petunia," you muse, amused, "are you jealous that I spent time with someone other than you?" There's a long silence that follows after your question, and you almost laugh if you didn't know that'd be a death sentence for your relationship with Petunia.
"I'm not!" She exclaims after a while, face beet red, "I'm just - he is a bad influence, okay? I'm just worried for my baby sister." If you didn't know her personally, you'd have thought she was telling the truth.
If she hadn't took so long to say that, or the flushed look on her face - as if she was caught red handed.
"Mm... he could never change me even if he tried," you hum lowly, "he is rather well behaved, actually."
If Petunia was a cat, then Severus would be the dog in contrast to her. Where Petunia was a kid who thrived in attention, yet didn't like people, Severus was a kid who craved affirmation. He didn't care of anything else, and when he got it, he became a very cute kid who followed you around like a duckling.
He is very sweet when he wants to be, under all that bitterness and spite.
"He is rude," Petunia insists anyways, crossing her arms over her chest. "He keeps glaring at us, and - you know Elle? She tried to talk to him today, but he called her a, a wench!" She shudders at the thought, as if it were a horrible memory.
