Dear Deputy Headmistress McGonagall,
We are pleased to inform you that Harry has accepted the invitation of a prestigious wizarding school elsewhere.
Thus, he asks not to be further bothered by continuing correspondence.
In addition, we would like to be removed from any further correspondence lists.
Sincerely,
Petunia Evans
Guardian of Harry James Potter
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“There,” Petunia said, smiling down at the bare-bones note that was bound to piss off half the castle in Scotland.
That day, she sent it via a MACUSA owl from Lloyd’s office rather than her own and put up a ward around their building —just in case the brats across the pond decided to send a follow up.
She’s grown rather adept at wards over the years, wards and enchanting. It was the first thing she learned after getting through her spell books. She wanted to protect the boys with charms they could carry around.
And so Lyla found her a tutor. His name was Jason, and Lloyd hated him. It was quite a wonderful dynamic actually. Jason would flirt, Petunia would reciprocate, and Lloyd would break a glass. Or, alternatively, Jason would flirt, Petunia would ignore him, and Lloyd would look pleased as punch.
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Lloyd hadn’t insisted on attending her lessons, but he had a knack for getting Petunia to let him in. Over the years, Petunia had grown rather fond of Lloyd, after all. So, she chose not to fight him and instead took the opportunity to irritate the piss out of him. No one said their friendship was particularly healthy.
Nevertheless, Petunia learned enchanting from Jason. She learned healing enchantments and when to use a potion and how to infuse similar effects of specific potions into items.
It was all rather difficult, and after seven years of such tutoring, Jason had joined the group of Wixen as a friend. Despite Lloyd’s grumbling. Prim quite liked him, actually, and, of course, Lyla was the one who introduced him.
Petunia never did sleep with either Lloyd or Jason. She reserved that privilege for mundane men. Over the years, she’d found quite a few —which vexed Lloyd and thrilled Lyla. None met the boys, though.
Once, Lyla had asked her about it.
“Petty, you’ve been with him for months, are you not going to introduce him to the boys?”
Petunia gave Lyla a sharp look with an even sharper smile.
“If the man meets the boys, it’ll be over my dead body.” She’d said it matter of factly, and with a great sense of indignation. “The boys don’t need to worry about my love splitting off to someone else.”
Lyla had laughed, “Oh, dear. So this one’s a bust?”
“All men are a bust, you just have to find the richest one and dance around him.”
Petunia had not grown kinder in her age. Simply better at hiding her pointed edges.
Ursula had rolled her eyes as the two talked but, privately, she held the same opinion of employers.
It was three days later a man arrived to Lloyd’s office looking for the Evans family.