"Coming, Aunt Petunia," Harry dead-panned. He put on a mask of boredom and indifference and briskly stood outside the cupboard door; waiting for his chore list. In front of him is a horse like creature, with an extremely long neck, thin lips, and granny-esque black hair. The only feature that was nice about her is her health; she is very healthy, almost obsessively. Though, it doesn’t help her curveless physique. She had a paper in her hands; presumably the list. What was funny was the fact she always took the time to print it out. Every day. It was utterly stupid. She held out the paper to him, waiting impatiently by the tap of her foot. He quickly grabbed it and purposely tried to give her a paper cut. He smirked slightly when she hissed in pain, though she didn’t complain because she didn’t want to admit to being bested by a six year old. His aunt walked away with a pointed sashay; unconsciously trying to prove that she is the better.