Chapter 493 - Petunia Evans (2/2)
”The same can be said about you, beanpole,” Rowan smirked back. The two girls shared a similar grin given their similar like grim humor. But then again, Rowan and Petunia had always gotten much better along than Rowan and Lily ever had.
Intertwining her arm with that of Rowan, Petunia glances over the shoulder of Rowan. ”So, who's the fatty?”
”I'm pleasantly plump!” Andrew protested awakened from his stupor.
”His name is Andrew Abbot, Petunia,” Rowan warned. ”Please be nice to him, he's a friend.”
”Oh, what kind of friend?” Petunia asked with a gleam of mischief in her eyes.
”Just a good friend,” Rowan said, before leaning over to whisper. ”And besides, he's already fallen for your charms.”
Petunia flushed bright pink as she peeked over at the round-faced boy, who really was not all that chubby. He was fair, light haired, and had a kind smile. But most of all, he stared at her like no other boy had ever stared at her before; like she was a star in the sky.
Blushing a bit more, Petunia leans over to whisper, ”It's just a phase. I am a muggle and he is a wizard, isn't he? Plus, he's a year younger!”
”His uncle is a squib and married a muggleborn witch like Lily,” Rowan softly replied. ”And unlike most boy's, he's rather open minded and knows how to live in the muggle world. He would not be a bad choice. And it certainly helps that he has money. Plus, if I recall correctly your mother is two years older than your father.”
Petunia snorts, but still does not resist peeking at the shorter boy from time to time. The three of them finally arrive at the center street as Petunia says, ”The Cinema won't be open for a bit, but what should we watch?”
”Jaws,” Rowan instantly replied.
”But that's an a.d.u.l.t film!” Petunia protested.
”Don't be such a goody two shoes,” Rowan smirked. ”Beside I've got a wand.”
”I thought you're not allowed to use that over the summer?” Petunia blinked in surprise.
”We're not supposed to,” Andrew eagerly interrupted in order to answer the beauty's question. ”But Rowan and Severus are both apprentices and as such are allowed too.”
”I'd forgotten about that,” Petunia said with a frown. ”The both of you are basically geniuses, huh?”
”I suppose you could say that,” Rowan muttered as she eagerly sniffed around. ”It's lunch time, let's have a cheeseburger with ch.i.p.s.”
”A vanilla malt for me,” Petunia sniffed.
”And you, Andrew?” Rowan asked.
”Mm, I think, I'll have the same,” Andrew flushed in reply.
The three of them walked over to the open shack and ordered food and drinks, before taking a seat and wait for their order to be called. The three of them chat over common topic's which they all can discuss. Such as what was going on in the news as of late with the new female leader of the conservative party, Margaret Thatcher. Or how the American's had finally pulled out of Vietnam in April, and all the terrible things that were presently still occurring with the occupying regime. Either way, there was plenty to converse about.