101 FIFTH AID BOX

Minerva McGonagall had sat all day outside number four Privet Drive observing the muggles who lived inside. From what she had seen they were the worst types of muggles possible. There was no way that this horse faced woman could be related to Lily Potter. The difference between the sisters was day and night. Her husband resembled a constipated walrus what with the sour look on his face and his massive mustache. Their son seemed to be an overindulged little brat, every time he wanted his mother's attention he would throw a tantrum if she didn't respond to his cries right away.