Drabble #13
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matrilIt's evening, but it feels like the dead of night. Darn global tilt, making days so short in the winter. :P
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"Aunt Petunia, the teacher says I need glasses." The sentence came out like a single mumbled word. Harry kept his gaze fastened on his trainers while he steeled himself against her reply.
"What's that?" she snapped. "Speak up, I can't understand you."
Reluctantly he lifted his gaze. "I need glasses." Even standing this close to her, her face was blurry around the edges. He could tell she was frowning, though.
"Glasses? Hmph. I don't see you fumbling blindly about. You can see just fine." With that, she turned back to her cooking, making it clear that he was to leave.
"Aunt Petunia -"
She whirled, glaring at him so fiercely he could see the expression without any glasses. "Glasses are far too expensive. You'll probably break a new pair every month. We can't afford that. We already spend enough money on you."
How could she think that, when all of his things were second-hand from Dudley? But Harry knew better than to protest again. His aunt was in a strange temper.
A few days later, his teacher sent an exasperated letter to Harry's aunt and uncle, requesting that they please take him in for a vision exam before his abyssmal eyesight ruined all his chances of succeeding in school, which was such a shame when he was, in general, reasonably bright and obedient. Aunt Petunia informed Harry very stiffly that he would be getting glasses.
He didn't know why her face was so tight and unhappy when he got his first clear look at her through his new glasses. He didn't know then how much more the glasses brought out his resemblance to his father. The man who, in Petunia's view, had permanently taken her sister away to a world where Petunia could never go.
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"Aunt Petunia, the teacher says I need glasses." The sentence came out like a single mumbled word. Harry kept his gaze fastened on his trainers while he steeled himself against her reply.
"What's that?" she snapped. "Speak up, I can't understand you."
Reluctantly he lifted his gaze. "I need glasses." Even standing this close to her, her face was blurry around the edges. He could tell she was frowning, though.
"Glasses? Hmph. I don't see you fumbling blindly about. You can see just fine." With that, she turned back to her cooking, making it clear that he was to leave.
"Aunt Petunia -"
She whirled, glaring at him so fiercely he could see the expression without any glasses. "Glasses are far too expensive. You'll probably break a new pair every month. We can't afford that. We already spend enough money on you."
How could she think that, when all of his things were second-hand from Dudley? But Harry knew better than to protest again. His aunt was in a strange temper.
A few days later, his teacher sent an exasperated letter to Harry's aunt and uncle, requesting that they please take him in for a vision exam before his abyssmal eyesight ruined all his chances of succeeding in school, which was such a shame when he was, in general, reasonably bright and obedient. Aunt Petunia informed Harry very stiffly that he would be getting glasses.
He didn't know why her face was so tight and unhappy when he got his first clear look at her through his new glasses. He didn't know then how much more the glasses brought out his resemblance to his father. The man who, in Petunia's view, had permanently taken her sister away to a world where Petunia could never go.
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