It was the end of a rather grueling week. The merry thought of enjoying coffee with Harry Pot Pot in Hogsmeade boosted my spirit to barely make it alive at this hour. The fire crackling merrily in my grate grew brilliantly red. There was a message blinking in the fire. It was from Harry Pot Pot. After reading the message we had this conversation.
Harry Pot Pot : “I’m sorry but we have to delay our engagement for another time”. Loony : “Does this mean we’re going to postpone it again?”
Harry Pot Pot : “I’m afraid so. I’m really sorry.”.
Loony : “But this is the fourth time in a fortnight you’ve postponed this engagement”. Harry Pot Pot : “I’m really sorry. I have this rather grave snag that I have to sort out and it is crucial that I resolve this by tomorrow. We’ll just have to move it at a later day”
Loony : “It’s all right . I understand”( I noticed my nostrils were now emitting red sparks resembling the Chinese Fireball-)
Harry Pot Pot : “Thanks”
Loony : “This is the fourth time in a row, do you suppose we’ll still be able to go out?”
Harry Pot Pot : “But of course.”
Loony : “What about that snag? Do you need any…er..assistance?” There was no reply. A minute had passed. 10 minutes had passed. 15 minutes. 30 minutes had passed.
Loony : “Hey, are you still there?”
Again, there was no reply. I assumed Harry Pot Pot returned to what he was doing so I sent a message using a post owl, anxiously wondering whether Harry Pot Pot was doing excellent or not. Again, there was no reply. Perhaps Harry Pot Pot has not even a knut to spare for a single post owl.
Someone told me that perhaps Harry Pot Pot was just making excuses. Harry Pot Pot just wouldn’t want to tell me forthrightly that he doesn’t want to go out with me. Now everything became lucid. His reason was pathetic enough to land him a cell in Azkaban, added to the fact that he never sent me a return owl. The whole thing made sense. Fuming, I went straight to a bar outside and drank two bottles of butter beer which made me sotted enough to send him a howler. He did not dare responded. He just kept his silence. Morning came and I realized my blunder for sending off that howler. But it was too late. I have already damaged our friendship for dubbing him a liar. A week had passed but still he kept his silence. I sent him another post owl apologizing for everything but still he kept his silence. Another fortnight had passed and still he kept his silence. At first I thought that I had unconsciously jinxed him with a Lang Lock Curse but then I realized he was born in July. He is a Cancerian. Professor Trelawney once explained that Cancerians tend to retreat to their shells when hurt or affronted and I know I have insulted him with that howler and it made him recoiled inside his shell. Now, I lost Harry Pot Pot forever. All credits due to one of my favorite authors, Joanne-Kathleen Rowling.
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