Chapter Five: The Love of My Life
There was only one person that I could dedicate an entire chapter to that wasn't myself. Well, perhaps not a person, but Puffkins was the most important creature in my life, second only to my mother, third only to myself. Even though Puffkins didn't have my award winning smile (Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award) he was there with me every step of the way. In fact, Puffkins saved my life once.
It was a cold, winter night and we were trapped on a deserted road in Cornwall. Suddenly, while walking, we encountered a group of unruly Cornish Pixies. Now there's nothing more dangerous than a Pixie. In fact, only a professional who has a "Most Charming Smile" should handle them. Devilish, tricky little blighters they can be for they have been known to seize humans by the ears and hang them from trees! Puffkins and I froze in our tracks and stared at the oncoming horde of Pixies. I nearly screamed if it hadn't have been for the courage that Puffkins gave me. I truly loved Puffkins, and I still do to this day. To battle the Pixies, Puffkins came up with a plan. Slowly he slid his tongue out of his mouth and slowly wound it around, making a lasso. Then the tongue started swinging about as I held him closely in my arms. In one swift try, all the Pixies were tied up in his tongue. We took them to a log and, after releasing them, locked them inside it's hollow interior.
There was another instance in which I owe my life to my furry friend. One day, while rock climbing in Australia, I nearly fell off a rock that was ten feet high. Fortunately for me Puffkins grabbed me before I hit the ground with his tongue. We then sat on the rock cliff for a while, watching the sunset, and I said to Puffkins, "I love you." And my furry friend purred loudly as we sat until nightfall.
When Puffkins died, I built a memorial for him. In the middle of my backyard, there is a large statue, an exact replica of my beloved Puffskein, who lived with me and was my companion for so long. I don't think I could ever honor his love the way I should. I could never compare my love for him to his love for me. Now, as I battle the Dark Arts and fantastic creatures, I can still feel Puffkins spirit at my side. I still feel his warmth, his tongue in my nose, and his purrs. I will never be the same Award Winning Gilderoy Lockhart. While my smile is still charming as ever, I fell that part of that charm has died with Puffkins.