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‘Sit,’ said Umbridge curtly, pointing towards a chair. Harry sat. She continued to scribble for a few moments. He watched some of the foul kittens gambolling around the plates over her head, wondering what fresh horror she had in store for him.

‘Petunia, dear?’ said Uncle Vernon timidly. ‘P-Petunia?’

‘Messing up your hair because you think it looks cool to look like you've just got off your broomstick, showing off with that stupid Snitch, walking down corridors and hexing anyone who annoys you just because you can—I'm surprised your broomstick can get off the ground with that fat head on it. You make me SICK.’

‘Where's Pig?’ said Ron's voice, right behind Harry.

‘Very good,’ said Steerforth. ‘You’ll be glad to spend another

‘OK, OK,’ said Harry, thoroughly discomposed, not to mention annoyed. ‘I'll ... I'll try and say something to him ... but it won't be—’

‘Well! But my dearest life!’ said I, ‘you might be very happy,

‘Well ... maybe he didn't want to draw attention to Hagrid not being here.’

‘When I say I’ll do a thing, I do it,’ said Mr. Creakle; ‘and when I