"I disagree, treacle tarts are hands down the best dessert you can ever taste. With its buttery and caramel flavor, I'm pretty sure no one could ever avoid the enchanting sight and taste of it!" I exclaimed, walking side by side with Gwen.
After class, she approached me and invited me to their home for dinner which I find overwhelming; I hesitated at first because of ~wait for it~ Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, they'll undoubtedly ban me from hanging out with Gwen. It's their ingenious hobby to be certain that nobody will be too close to me by spreading foul rumors about how dangerous and odd I am -- It's a tad immature but that's the Dursleys. Everything about them is quite immature.
Let's just hope Gwen wouldn't listen to any of them. …show more content…
"My grandma wouldn't give me some in case it isn't necessary." Normally, the Dursleys don't provide my money for reasons I rather ignore thus making the two of us heave a grumpy sigh.
I kicked the rock along our path causing it to tumble down the sidewalk. "I suppose..." I trailed off. "There are plenty of days to come though, this little problem musn't stop us from tasting my favourite dessert."
She rolled her peepers with a small smile whilst adjusting the straps of her bag. "I'll stick that in my mind optimistically as you do. By the way, are we going straight to my house or yours first?"
"Mine. As much as I dislike those daft cows, I'm incapable of having fun when I know I'm worrying someone."
"Grand idea! It would be a great pleasure to meet Dudley's parents." She beamed, a mischievous glint on her eyes. Inquisitively squinting my eyes at her left which is clandestinely slipping trough the back pocket of her bag, I thought, 'Someone's planning something.'
I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow, "I have this nagging feeling that sort of hinting you're plotting a prank perhaps?"
She replied by winking then proceed in
After class, she approached me and invited me to their home for dinner which I find overwhelming; I hesitated at first because of ~wait for it~ Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, they'll undoubtedly ban me from hanging out with Gwen. It's their ingenious hobby to be certain that nobody will be too close to me by spreading foul rumors about how dangerous and odd I am -- It's a tad immature but that's the Dursleys. Everything about them is quite immature.
Let's just hope Gwen wouldn't listen to any of them. …show more content…
"My grandma wouldn't give me some in case it isn't necessary." Normally, the Dursleys don't provide my money for reasons I rather ignore thus making the two of us heave a grumpy sigh.
I kicked the rock along our path causing it to tumble down the sidewalk. "I suppose..." I trailed off. "There are plenty of days to come though, this little problem musn't stop us from tasting my favourite dessert."
She rolled her peepers with a small smile whilst adjusting the straps of her bag. "I'll stick that in my mind optimistically as you do. By the way, are we going straight to my house or yours first?"
"Mine. As much as I dislike those daft cows, I'm incapable of having fun when I know I'm worrying someone."
"Grand idea! It would be a great pleasure to meet Dudley's parents." She beamed, a mischievous glint on her eyes. Inquisitively squinting my eyes at her left which is clandestinely slipping trough the back pocket of her bag, I thought, 'Someone's planning something.'
I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow, "I have this nagging feeling that sort of hinting you're plotting a prank perhaps?"
She replied by winking then proceed in