and Mrs Dursley gossiped away happily as she wrestled a screaming
Dudley into his high chair.
None of them noticed a large tawny owl flutter past the window.
At half past eight, Mr Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs
Dursley on the cheek and tried to kiss Dudley goodbye but missed, because
Dudley was now having a tantrum and throwing his cereal at the walls.
‘Little tyke,’ chortled Mr Dursley as he left the house. He got into his car
and backed out of number four’s drive.
It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of
something peculiar – a cat reading a map. For a second, Mr Dursley didn’t
realise what he had seen – then he jerked his head around to look again.
There was a tabby cat standing on the corner of Privet Drive, but there
wasn’t a map in sight. What could he have been thinking of? It must have
been a trick of the light. Mr Dursley blinked and stared at the cat. It stared
back. As Mr Dursley drove around the corner and up the road, he watched
the cat in his mirror. It was now reading the sign that said Privet Drive – no,
looking at the sign; cats couldn’t read maps or signs. Mr Dursley gave
himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind. As he drove towards
town he thought of nothing except a large order of drills he was hoping to
get that day.
But on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mind by something
else. As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldn’t help noticing
that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about. People in
cloaks. Mr Dursley couldn’t bear people who dressed in funny clothes – the
get-ups you saw on young people! He supposed this was some stupid new
fashion. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and his eyes fell on
a huddle of these weirdos standing quite close by. They were whispering
excitedly together. Mr Dursley was enraged to see that a couple of them
weren’t young at all; why, that man had to be older than he was, and
wearing an emerald-green cloak! The nerve of him! But then it struck Mr
Dursley that this was probably some silly stunt – these people were
obviously collecting for something … yes, that would be it. The traffic
moved on, and a few minutes later, Mr Dursley arrived in the Grunnings car
park, his mind back on drills.