Vernon had his wife wax the coffee three times. Dudley had changed his outfit four times after being told it wasn't good enough. This night had to be perfect! If all the cards were played right there could a big bonus in store! He didn't even want to think about the idea a promotion might even be possible. After all Vernon did deserve it more than anyone else at the office, the hours he put in, the people he knew, after all the place would fall apart without him there. He was sure Mr. Applebee knew that has well. But to be sure all had to be perfect, absolutely perfect. He looked nice, as did Petunia, and Dudley was a handsome chip off the old block. All that was left was the boy. His stupid nephew.

"Harry come here!" He bellows and the boy crawls out from his room from underneath the stairs, looking fearful, the way Vernon liked it.

"Yes?"

"Look here boy, I have very important guests coming tonight, do you understand?" The boy nods. "I don't want you screwing things up, so if you stay in your room without making even a whisper, when we go out for ice-cream and I decide to let you come… I'll let you get whipped cream, 'right?"

"Yes Uncle Vernon." Harry answers heading back to where he was before without being told.