Running in the 90's [Harry Potter / Multicross]

[8][FOOD] Make your own Breakfast

[4][ACT] There are people moving in down the lane, go say hi!

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Harry Potter is Charisma Aligned

Harry Potter gains skill Diplomacy

Harry Potter gained Intimacy 'Dursley Family' - "Cold, but Cordial. Hideously unfair in favor of Dudley, but Cordial enough."

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As you complete the last of the kitchen cleaning that you needed to do, you take the plate of food that Petunia had set aside for you and quickly and concisely store the food.

You really aren't in the mood for Eggs and bacon and toast. Especially not the really oily way that Petunia cooks them. So you cook your own breakfast.

One that is better in every way then the one that she cooked. Healthier, more filling, and... of course, tastier.

It was a point of pride for you, for while Petunia was quite capable a cook... even with the disasters that she left in her wake, even your aunt would admit that your cooking was superior.

Finishing up your own meal, you grab an apple off the counter as you head out. Once you are outside, you casually glance up and down the street, making sure to look both ways before you cross the street.

First... ugh, you know what, you might as well stop by Mrs. Figg's house and talk with her. It's not like you really have anything further planned... what with the whole... aliens invading... thing meaning that you didn't have any chores...

And isn't that a thought. You never really were one for flights of fancy. No one in the Dursley house was. The idea of Aliens... it was something foreign, something other than the world that you had grown up in.

It was something that was going to take some getting used to.

Aliens exist, and they are here. On Earth.

And there is nothing that we can do about it. We can't fight them. They will win.

Shaking your head, you start heading down the street, humming lightly to yourself.

However, as you continue on your way, you notice something.

There, across the street - back on the same side of the street as your own house, there's a big truck sitting there, parked almost on the curb. It takes you a moment, but you do recognize the house. That's one of the houses that Dudley and his friends keep breaking into. You don't know what they do in there, but...

Well, to be completely honest. You don't really care. When they were in the house, they wouldn't mess with you.

"Oi! You!" Blinking, you turned, and standing there was a giant of a man. Well... at least, he was a giant when compared to you. He was shorter and thinner then Vernon. There was a harsh look on his face, though, you weren't sure if that was because he had spotted you, or the fact that he was visibly struggling with the box in his hands. "I know you..." He hissed out. "You're that little delinquent brat that Mr. Dursley keeps around, ain'tcha." That wasn't a question. Nor was it an accusation. It was a statement. "Get of here, you little brat. I'll not have you stealing from these good peo-"


"呃，那個白痴去哪裡用我的老砝碼？" Another voice called out, before a short "Oh, whoops." followed by a short giggle. "But where did he g-" The voice says, as you blink. That was not a voice that you recognized, and you've spoken to pretty much everyone in the area. A girl came around the corner of the truck, a thoughtful look on her face. And... yeah, you have no idea who this girl is.

You've never seen this girl before, and you're pretty sure that you would remember her if you had.

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