Appointment Made
APPOINTMENT MADE
I slept fitfully and awoke early the next morning. I took my pillow and headed back to my room. When I entered my room, Beulin was already awake and dressed for the day. Scabs was also in the room and gave me an agitated look. Apparently Beulin and Scabs were rehashing the events from last night.
Beulin gave me a concerned look and said, “Albus, I know you're mad at me… but will you still speak to me?”
“Why?” was all I could say in a crumpled voice. “Why?”
I felt a tear trying to squeak its way out of the corner of my left eye – but I stopped it. I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction.
Beulin tried to explain his side of the story. “You see,” he began, “I was truly starting to get worried about you.”
“Why in hell were you worried for me? Couldn’t you see I was happy?" I lamented.
It took a few seconds for Beulin to respond.
“But that’s just it," he explained, "You meet this odd girl and suddenly you were acting like a different person. You could have practically any girl you wanted… but instead you were following this girl around as if under a spell."
I went up to him and got in his face, “I’m not under a damned spell you sunofabitch!”
“Calm down, calm down,” Beulin prodded.
Scabs then said, “We were worried for you. We really did think this Pia girl had put a spell or a jinx on you. If we went too far with this then all three of us are sorry.”
“Well..." I began, "There’s not a spell placed upon me."
“Would you do me one favor... one favor and that will be the end of this,” Beulin asked.
“What?” I asked in return.
Beulin gave me a worried look and said, “Just go to Madam Pomfrey and let her give you a check up. Let her check to see if you have some kind of spell or charm fixed upon you. Then we will all know for sure.”
I turned away from Beulin and said, “I’ll make an appointment if that’s what you insist. I’ll try to do that in a day or two.”
I actually had no plan to do this… I needed to get in touch with Pia. Straighten all this out.
“You don’t need to do that," Scabs said, "Me and the chaps have already made an appointment for you today at 3:00 p.m. Just say you’ll go.”
‘Me and the chaps,’ I thought lamely to myself. Scabs can’t even speak correctly, yet he thinks he’s going to study Wizard law… then perhaps become a barrister. It was all so laughable.
“I’ll be there," I said as I stalked out of the room.