All things considered, Petunia didn't think she'd stand a chance against anyone with magic. Not really. There were non-magical ways of protecting herself, but there was no way of saying that she wouldn't die before she could do so. She just didn't like to think about it. She didn't know how to fire a gun anyway. She wrapped her hands around her glass.
"I may be too something, but I wouldn't say smart. Lily is far more intelligent. I'm just average, really. My grades are nothing to boast of." She took a sip of her drink before picking at her sandwich. "You're too nice to be hanging around me, if we're pointing out things that people are..." Which was true. She'd done and said some terrible things. She knew.