Pondering Pia
PONDERING PIA
When I returned to my dorm, Beulin Higgie was in the common room. Beulin was more or less the ‘pretty-boy’ of Slytherin. The girls called him, ‘Beautiful Beulin.'
He and I slept in the same room. Beulin was playing wizard chess with some of our quidditch buddies.
“Hel-lo, Albus,” said Beulin. “We kicked some Ravenclaw butt tonight didn’t we?”
“We sure did,” I answered.
Beulin got serious for a moment and asked me, “Just who is this girl you’ve been stalking lately.”
“That’s none of your bloody business!” I replied quickly.
“Who are you talking about?” asked Scabior (Scabs) Putz, one of Beulin's friends.
“Some Hufflepuff girl” explained Beulin, “She studies music and plays the piano and oboe with the Hufflepuff Senior Orchestra.”
I didn’t know this myself. How did Beulin know but I didn’t?
“What did you say she plays?” Boris Tambor asked setting up a joke.
“She probably plays hard to get with Albus!” roared Scabs.
Everyone laughed...Yeah. Very funny… a stupid joke.
“Go to bloody hell!” I said as I poked up my middle finger.
I was standing next to Boris who also poked up his middle finger at me.
Boris had greasy black hair that was parted in the middle and hung to his shoulders. What was strange about Boris was that he had greyish skin. Who in the world has grayish skin? He was originally from a place called Slovenia and spoke English with a horrible accent. He sounded a bit like Count Dracula. What was also weird about him was that he had grey teeth. He seriously needed a spell to do something about that.
I considered hitting Boris. But he really wasn’t worth it. Plus, I guess I did consider him a friend since Beulin, Scabs, Boris, and myself pretty much always hung out together. So, I turned away from them and walked to my room.
o0o
I entered my room and took off my shoes, then sat on my bed.
I took out some parchment and a quill and began a letter to Pia. It read, ‘What would you say if I told you that I think I'm really starting to like you... like really, really, really a lot?’
When I’d finished I called Limeric my owl and placed the scroll in his claws. He had black feathers and dark eyes. He left in an ebony flurry as he beat his wings to deliver my message.
I laughed as I thought to myself of how I was going to keep Pia so busy (and agitated) with my frequent contacts to her.
As I sat on my bed, I realized that I was agitated with myself. Why was I so consumed with Pia Astor? Why did I always feel that I needed to be around her?
I, myself have had numerous girlfriends, but I had never stuck with one for very long. I couldn’t explain why I had recently become so infatuated with Pia.
Perhaps I needed an appointment with Professor Slughorn to see if some type of potion was involved. Or maybe visit Madam Pomfrey to see if I was under a spell.
All I knew at that moment was that I was under a spell… I was captivated by the spell of Pia Astor.
o0o
After what seemed forever, Limeric finally flew back.
I took the scroll from his claws and read Pia’ reply that said, ‘Albus, I think you're full of crap.’
I wasn't unhappy. Or surprised.
In fact, that's pretty much exactly what I expected Pia to say.