28. Or the you gave me something once
     Petunia was pretty sure Dedalus had meant to be kind. Or at least polite. Definitely (probably) hadn’t meant to be as patronizing as he’d wound up being, bombarding her with questions as they both sat in the hallway of the Ministry, her to (not be allowed to) testify about her near exposure of the Wizarding World, him to detail the steps that had been taken to cover up her ‘mistake’. At least his inane chattering had been less hostile than the screaming the Wizeygam, Wizgoment, Wizgarnet? —the stupid ‘Wizarding Justice Court’ had subjected her too, and decidedly pleasant compared to the screaming and sobbing that was the only conversation in Azkaban. Plus, he’d shared his sandwich with her. And it hadn’t been poisoned.Â
. . . it’s a sad day when that’s become her standard for ‘decent person’.Â
