
Seriously, could that lock get any bigger? What? Are the Dursley's afraid that a 5 pound owl is going to become a master criminal and learn to pick the lock?
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Pricks.
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*hoot hoot* Pricks! *hoot hoot*
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"I know Hedwig. If it's any consolation, I'm missing Hermione terribly...."
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*hoot hoot* It's not. *hoot hoot*
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"... and she hasn't even written to me over the summer. I'm stuck in this room, so I know how it feels..."
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"You ungrateful git! You aren't in a cage, crapping on your own bed, okay? You aren't staring at bars all day long and being fed chicken feed. So don't give me that crap! You don't know squat!"
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"...and all I have is this picture to tide me over."
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Oh Jesus H. Christ... ::rolls owl eyes::
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The pricks beckon Harry.
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K, that looks pretty nasty. What's with the gross looking food in these movies? It's a wonder anyone eats.
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The Dursleys are still pissed off that Harry is the best looking one in the family.
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Torturing Harry, being cruel and unkind, keeping him locked in a cupboard... all this I can forgive.
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But really... marble shag carpeting? ::shudders::
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Pricks.
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