Lily needed permission to go to this Hogsmeade place, and Petunia was particularly nasty today. She took the letter that had landed on the table from the owl and quickly threw it in the rubbish bin.

There.

Now she couldn’t go, and Tunia found herself smirking at herself.

“Petunia--help your dad load the groceries in--I have to pee--” her mother ran by. Petunia wiped the smirk off her face and hurried outside. Guilt would not set in until later, and in the morning, she would tell her parents what she had done.

But for now, she was pleased with herself.