What The Dursley's Don't Know...
On the days that Fred had the afternoon watch, they often took walks around Little Whinging- unwilling to subject themselves to hiding around 4 Privet Drive. It was one of those first walks that the Madame of 7 Magnolia Crescent felt brave enough to speak.
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"Oh. Harriet, was it?" The Madame smiled tightly at the delinquent girl. She would've sneered, but frankly, the boy with Harriet drew her up short. He didn't look like any boy she'd seen around Little Whinging, what with his fire-y ginger hair and numerous freckles. But what really kept the Madame's polite facade was how the boy was dressed.
A crisp white button-down hugged his torso- outlining muscle definition- and the sleeves rolled up to the elbow. The flash of gold on his wrist caught her eye, causing her to take note of the elegant watch there. Fitted dark slacks clung to his legs. Even the sandals on his pale feet fit with the ensemble! Why he looked-!
The pair stopped their stroll and the girl looked to the Madame, almost as if she were leery interacting with the good woman. The Madame had to fight the urge to narrow her eyes as she watched the delinquent's grip on the boy's arm tighten briefly. She stammered out, "Er, yes?"
"Well. Who is this, then?" The blasted girl just blinked owlishly at the Madame, as if stunned by the question. Honestly. The Madame felt pity for the lovely Dursleys over on Privet Drive for having to take in the delinquent, if this is how she was.
"Uh... This is Fred, ma'am, my boyfriend." Boyfriend? What on Earth did she mean? That Fred-boy looks like he's trying to entice her into joining a gang! The Madame felt her pity grow.
"And just how did you two meet? What with you going to Sister Brunhilde's?" the Madame questioned, a touch hysterically.
"Oh! Yeah. He, uh, goes to Sister Brunhilde's brother school, Saint Brutus'. We met when they held a joint sports day for those with good behaviour." The madame suppressed a shiver at the twisted smile the girl gave. "We found that we held a common interest in Cricket."
Cricket?! Oh dear! What in the world were those Wardens thinking? Soiling the good name of Cricket by letting delinquents like these two play it.
"Well, I never! Off with you! I don't want to catch you around here again."
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Bewildered, Harry gave a firm nod and dragged Fred off with her hold on his arm. She muttered just loud enough for her dorky love to hear, "I can't wait to leave these muggles in the dust when I can. Barmy lot these are."