Petunia had been fussing around the safehouse. Really, this whole ordeal was both wretched and inexcusable. They could have put them up in the Savoy for goodness sake. They could fly on broomsticks but not get a family a decent hotel room? There wasn't even a place for her to make Dudders his favorite Bikkies with the little jam thumbprints in them, and he did love them so.
And then there was the matter that they were being held prisoner for their "safety". Held prisoner by who? Wizards that was who. Terribly magic using wizards protecting them from other wizards. It was untenable that was what it was. And these people that were keeping them. The girl was alright, but the strange little man kept eying them in the oddest way. It made her very nervous.
"I do hope you are going to tell us that we are moving somwhere more suitable," she said. "And with a proper bath. Poor Dudders misses his Mr. Quackers something terrible, don't you dear?" She sat on the arm of Dudley's chair and smoothed his back with her hand.