The next day Vernon snaps. Everyone was sitting around the livingroom having just finished a late breakfast. Harry is walking around, passing around a plate of fresh baked cookies. Solis is sitting next to Dudley watching Mary Poppins and sneaking peeks at Vernon. Vernon's hair is a mess and he's sitting with a cookie in hand, he is tense and muttering "No mail" every now and then. His eyes keep darting to the windows and doors as he nibbles the cookie. It was quiet and peaceful... then a letter came. It falls out of the chimney, sliding across the floor stopping when it hits Vernon's feet. He stares at it wide eyed. The writing on the envelope taunting him. 