-Chapter 4-
The Boy in the Window
Just as he had returned the wave, realization sunk into his mind. One thing he was never suppose to do was let people see him. Charles hid behind the curtain and waited until the boy walked away. Sighing deeply, he called for Yinny and sunk down to wait for his lunch.
His mother was right on time to eat with him and seemed a bit agitated about something. As soon as she had closed the Forbidden Door and whispered the locking charms, she began to unpin her long luxurious hair. Charles watched her melt down into her usual self with hidden glee then scooted over so she could sit next to him.
Gathering her son into her embrace, his mother sat down on the floor. Her wonderful scent calmed his slightly worried mind and he snuggled closer to her.
"How was your morning, love?" she asked, casually.
"Fine." He said quickly reaching out to grab her plate for her.
"Are you all right?" His mother had caught the fear in his voice. Thinking quickly, Charles hung his head.
"I broke one of my toys." He lied, knowing she would dismiss it as harmless and ask to see it.
"Oh, that's nothing to be worried about, wee one. Bring it here and I'll fix it." Charles nodded and stood up from her warm embrace.
Once in his room, Charles got down on his hands and knees and pulled one of his many toys out from underneath his bed. It was in perfect running order but with a few hard pulls and twists, he had the perfect broken toy. Hating himself for lying to his mother, Charles exited the bedroom with the toy in hand.
His mother had left to teach another class only minutes after finishing her lunch and Charles was left with nothing to do but brood over his past actions. First he had waved at a boy he wasn't even supposed to see; then he had lied to his mother about it. What would he find himself doing next?
Charles let his mind wander for a moment and suddenly without warning his eyes both fell on the Forbidden Door. He knew that his mother kept it locked with several charms; all of which he had no idea how to break. No, he would not disobey her again, he reasoned.
A quick nap helped his guilty conscious greatly and hardly after an hour had passed since lunch, Charles had forgotten all about the boy and the lie. Such is the beauty of being a child.
Looking over at the window, Charles strode over to it. A quick peep out wouldn't be very exciting, but then again lying on his bed and watching charmed stickers blink was not very amusing either. Pulling back the heavy fabric, Charles gazed out at the wood and lake. The boy and another boy were by the lake. This other boy had messy red hair and no glasses. Both seemed to be staring at him.
Charles pulled away from the window and went back to watch TV. However as he reached over to flick the set on; he noticed that the Forbidden Door was not closed all the way. Hurrying over to assess the situation, Charles realized that in her haste to not be late for her classes, his mother had not locked the door. With a quick glance either way down the empty hallway, Charles slipped out into the unknown.