Part of Petunia just wanted to curl up in a ball and cry, but she fought against it because, as much as she wanted to curl up in a ball, it meant losing even that little bit of physical contact with Caradoc and she didn't want to lose it. Not even while she was trying to sabotage everything. But if he knew her as well as she knew herself, he didn't think he would still like her that much. "They do. Even Mum and Dad like her more. She's the magical one. She's so special," she spat, angry at herself for letting it come up and out. She'd been trying not to say anything about it because it was horrible and stupid, but she couldn't stop herself. "They talk about Lily all the time." The truth of it wasn't that they really talked about Lily all the time, but that Petunia just noticed when they talked about her more often than she did when they talked about her.
She couldn't stop herself from crying any more than she could stop herself from saying all the things she'd said earlier and despite all the reasons she didn't deserve the nice things he said or the way he was nice to her, she stepped closer. "You're lovely and nice and give the best hugs ever." But I don't deserve any of it. Don't you understand? "I'm sorry. I can't stop."