Pomona yawned again.
Severus looked as though he wanted to ask where she had gone last night, but he said nothing and simply followed in silence.
Visitors should really mind the time when calling on someone; it was the most basic courtesy. Even Mr Darcy's aunt, Lady Catherine, who had set her heart on marrying her daughter to Darcy, had chosen early morning rather than the middle of the night to "call" when she learned of Elizabeth Bennet's existence.
Of course, this meant she could not promptly vent her anger upon the "person concerned," leaving her too tormented by its burning to sleep and making her suffer for nothing—but that was "civilized courtesy."
Pomona had in fact arrived at the Dursley family home at a not-too-late hour. But she had barely reached the door, before even setting down the basket full of pies, when Vernon's roar came from inside.
She crept over to the Dursleys' sitting-room window and peered in. Vernon was helping Dudley with his homework.
"What does three plus two equal? How many times have I taught you?" Vernon bellowed at Dudley, his neck even redder than when he was scolding his employees.
Petunia looked as though she wanted to stop Vernon, but there was nothing she could do. Then she suddenly turned and saw Harry standing at the door of "his room," watching Dudley and Vernon with a smile.
Petunia immediately found a "target." She twisted Harry's ear and shut him back in the cupboard, while Vernon officially gave up on Dudley, clutched his heart, and left the house.
Though only in his early thirties, Vernon was already quite fat. Pomona worried that he might be having a heart attack, so she followed him. But Vernon did not go to a pharmacy. He went to a pub,