"Is that right?" said Frank roughly. "Lord, is it? Well, I don't think much of your manners, my Lord. Turn round and face me like a man, why don't you?"
LOVE Frank here!
He held up the envelope in which Mrs. Weasley's letter had come, and Harry had to fight down a laugh. Every bit of it was covered in stamps except for a square inch on the front into which Mrs. Weasley had squeezed the Dursleys' address in minute writing.
"She did put enough stamps on, then..."
Harry stared at the word 'Pig', then looked up at the tiny owl now zooming around the lampshade on the ceiling. He had never seen anything that looked less like a pig.