"Fickle" #46 (Tergeo): The Heavy, Ironic Secret
- dedicated to Lissy and Lee. 3 cheers to you two!



A light tinkle could be heard along Privet Drive.

No, no, not a fellytone call.

Neither would it be wise to blame the sound on a bad musician.

And, dear me, certainly not a toddler doing its business.

If your ears led the way (not the nose – shame on those who thought the latter), your mission will end in the kitchen of number four.

“Tergeo!”

Milly tapped one piece of china after another with her wand, gradually siphoning off water to yield dry, sparkling silverware.

“Has your dad locked the cupboard?” she whispered.

Dudley nodded.

The Dursleys’ secret remained safeguarded.