Hello once again

Hello once again! This is a little one-shot that I wrote while watching SNL…found an interesting challenge by zyladia. Well I kind of mixed the two…the challenge(s) was/were to write a drabble where you never told who the main character actually is. The other challenge was to write about a character that had an unusual phobia.

Trichopathophobia

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Silently he rubbed his hands over his smooth head and even smoother face. 'They said that he had a fear of hair…they were all fools to suggest that he even had a fear! Those nasty muggles even had a name for it…what was it again?'

He pondered for a moment tapping his fingers on the arm rest.

Suddenly he snapped his fingers on his other hand together and showed a nasty smile. 'Ah yes that was it! Trichopathophobia. What a ridiculously long name for such a ludicrous fear! The fear of hair indeed.'

Abruptly he stopped tapping his fingers and looked down at their bandaged ends. 'Nasty thing nails are…it's a good thing I chewed them off. Though those fools probably suspect I fear my nails now. What an absolutely bizarre fear! To fear your nails, but yet….'

Silently he shook his head in denial… 'He had no fear for he was…'

"My Lord."

He took in the man's long blonde hair and gave a quiet shudder and suppressed a gag.

"What is so important that you would dare to interrupt my plotting?"

He about gagged once again when the man held up his hands in a pleading gesture showing off his perfectly manicured nails.

"Forgive me My Lord, but I have the delivery you requested!"

This comment did peek his interest so he resumed tapping his fingers in annoyance.

"Well where is it then?"

The other man quickly pulled out a small box out from behind him and brought it forward quickly. Loud hisses could be heard from inside and the seated man leaned forward eagerly.

"Hurry up and open it." He quietly hissed.

"Right away My Lord." The blonde pulled back the flaps of the box to reveal a Sphynx cat glaring up at the two men.

"Oh what a beauty! Look at it…absolutely no hair!" The seated man reached for the cat to pet its furless head when he jerked his hand back with a hiss of pain.

"You fool! I specifically told you to de-nail it before you brought it!"

As the blonde quickly shut the box and slipped away to do his bidding the seated man went back to rubbing his head.

'Hair and nails wouldn't be nearly as disgusting if they weren't dead.' At the thought the seated man shuddered feeling faint. He closed his eyes in a grimace and let out a soft moan.

'Fear of hair and nails indeed!'