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Chapter Two: Wasn't Interested In Quidditch Anyway
Lottie's Point of View
Mrs Figg was stood in the living room window, whilst I sat on the couch nursing some comfort brownie. I was going to change out of the clothes I had being wearing all afternoon since they were looking pretty dirty and felt slightly damp, but I just expected Dad would apparate us back to headquarters later tonight so my appearance wasn't important. However the owl which just flew into the back of number four, did look important, "It can't be from the ministry."
"Don't doubt them." I mumbled back to Mrs Figg. She raised her eyebrows in agreement, then took a mouthful of her tea,
"There it goes, look!" She gulped and pointed quickly. Mrs Figg then looked at me solemnly,
"You're kidding." I sighed, letting my head drop back and hit the back of the couch,
"We'll just have to wait and see." Mrs Figg concluded. "Now, is your bag packed?"
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I was staring evilly out of the window. Vernon was guiding Dudley out to the car, whilst Petunia was opening the door, "You know I've just realised that Lily and Petunia are both sisters and named after flowers."
"No! Really, Lottie?!" Mrs Figg said,
"And that was sarcasm." I noted. Mrs Figg rolled her eyes. Vernon noticed us and Mrs Figg waved cautiously. I continued to glare. He mouthed 'not very well',
"Bullshit! There was dementors!" I exclaimed irritably,
"But he doesn't know that Lottie." Mrs Figg pointed out. Of course, he's a muggle,
"Oh. Oh right yeah." I looked back up as the car drove off down Privet Drive. We both watched, presuming they'd be going to the hospital. I wonder what they'll blame his illness on?
"Probably say it was from staring at the television too long." Mrs Figg said disgustedly. I always said she could read minds ...
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"Lottie! They're here!" I heard Mrs Figg call,
"Won't be a minute!" I yelled back, closing the bathroom door. I then jogged down the landing, buttoning my shorts up as I went and travelled downstairs into the living room, "Right, erm, I go across there and see them ... then come back and collect my stuff in a minute? Okay?"
"Be careful!" Mrs Figg shouted as I ran out of the house, pushing my flipflops securely on my feet as I ran towards number four. I reached the gate as the last Order member had entered number four,
"No!" I tried to shout, but they slammed the door shut. Panicking, I jumped over number four's gate instead of merely opening it then ran up to the door. I crossed my fingers as I pushed the handle down. It was locked, "SHIT!"
"Evening Lottie!" Someone called. I turned around to see Mr number eight who cuts his lawn every Sunday waving at me,
"Hiya!" I waved back. then violently begun to bang on number four with both of my fists,
"Think they've gone out!" Mr number eight called. I turned around nervously,
"Right thanks!" I stammered, "I erm ... need Harry! Spider in the bath, dirty job." What the hell was that Lottie?
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