Finally, after almost an hour of poking and prodding, quite a few mild rebukes, a rather large amount of love-sick glances, and one very startling transfomation, Panesh found himself sitting next to Nikomel in the corner of the room, next to a large, warm fire. Calli, now a human sat in a large chair along with the boy Nikomel had said was her mate. She had put her head on the boy's shoulder, and looked very tired.
The boy, no less pleased with the seating arrangements, kept muttering half-hearted scoldings. If they were directed to himself, or to someone else, Panesh did not know. When all things came down to it, he reminded Panesh a little of his mother. "Don't know WHAT you were thinking...," and "Running off like that...," and "Can't go anywhere without trying to kill yourself, can you?" seemed to be common phrases in the boy's vocabulary.
Anyway, after awhile, Panesh found himself in front of a blazing fire with Nikomel sitting next to him and all three humans seated in chairs of various sorts, for there were quite a few sorts of chairs, considering the size of the room. A big, red armchair, with the stuffing leaking out from numerous holes that had yet to be patched, sat near the door. An outragous blue and orange checkered couch sat in the exact center of the room. Panesh had tried to sit on this, but found it to be so very stiff, that he abandoned all ideas concerning it in an instant.
Clearly, it wasn't to any of the other's tastes either, for it sat alone in the room, the only occupant of such a capital position in the room. For, you will see that this couch alone occupied the very best space in the entire room, being in full view of the fire, and undoubtedly very warm, thought this did nothing to lessen the stiffness. Personally, Panesh thought it felt rather rock-like, but he was not encouraged to share his oppinion on the subject, so he said nothing.
The tall man who had been talking to Calli earlier was seated in what looked to be a large pile of dirt. It was, actually, a very, very, VERY, old chair, but Panesh did not realize that at the time. He merely thought that perhaps it was a pecuilar habit for men to sit upon piles of dirt. However, he refrained from pursuing this itruging question for the moment.
Calli and her mate happed to be seated upon a small, dark green couch of some kind, though it was rather small. Panesh wondered vaugely if this factor was being used as an excuse to sit very close to one another. One never knew such things untill they asked, and, of course, it wasn't the kind of question one usually asked.
There were a few other objects ment for sitting upon in the room, but I will refrain from commented on them, as it just so happened at the man upon the pile of dirt began to speak.
He spoke of many things, magic and schools, wizards and witches, evil men determined to take over the world and pumpkin pies; But after quite a few hours, in which Panesh had almost fallen alseep, the entire story of Voldemort, and the disapearance of Hermione Granger was revealed. Panesh was a little bewildered that even Nikomel did not know some of the things the dirt man spoke of. Surely Nikomel had know all this already? For Nikomel knew everything: how to hunt, how to track, how to lead, how to order and teach an entire pack of wolves; surely he had known this?
But it appeared he did not, and Panesh was all the more confused by it. Hadn't his mother always said that Nikomel knew everything? But then, everything was alot to remember, and as Panesh tried to remeber and understand all he heard, he leaned his head against one of Nikomel's paws, and closed his eyes, and was fast asleep in a matter of seconds.
Calli was the first to notice this, and to point it out to Nikomel, who had been entirely absorbed in what he was hearing. When Calli spoke to him, he turned abruptly, for he had completely forgotten she was there. When he moved, his paw slipped out from under Panesh's head, and the little wolf pup slid softly to the floor, still fast alseep.
After the plans for the next meeting had been set up, Nikomel grabbed Panesh by the scruff of his neck, and gently carried him, as he made his way down the long, dark path towards the place they both called home.
The boy, no less pleased with the seating arrangements, kept muttering half-hearted scoldings. If they were directed to himself, or to someone else, Panesh did not know. When all things came down to it, he reminded Panesh a little of his mother. "Don't know WHAT you were thinking...," and "Running off like that...," and "Can't go anywhere without trying to kill yourself, can you?" seemed to be common phrases in the boy's vocabulary.
Anyway, after awhile, Panesh found himself in front of a blazing fire with Nikomel sitting next to him and all three humans seated in chairs of various sorts, for there were quite a few sorts of chairs, considering the size of the room. A big, red armchair, with the stuffing leaking out from numerous holes that had yet to be patched, sat near the door. An outragous blue and orange checkered couch sat in the exact center of the room. Panesh had tried to sit on this, but found it to be so very stiff, that he abandoned all ideas concerning it in an instant.
Clearly, it wasn't to any of the other's tastes either, for it sat alone in the room, the only occupant of such a capital position in the room. For, you will see that this couch alone occupied the very best space in the entire room, being in full view of the fire, and undoubtedly very warm, thought this did nothing to lessen the stiffness. Personally, Panesh thought it felt rather rock-like, but he was not encouraged to share his oppinion on the subject, so he said nothing.
The tall man who had been talking to Calli earlier was seated in what looked to be a large pile of dirt. It was, actually, a very, very, VERY, old chair, but Panesh did not realize that at the time. He merely thought that perhaps it was a pecuilar habit for men to sit upon piles of dirt. However, he refrained from pursuing this itruging question for the moment.
Calli and her mate happed to be seated upon a small, dark green couch of some kind, though it was rather small. Panesh wondered vaugely if this factor was being used as an excuse to sit very close to one another. One never knew such things untill they asked, and, of course, it wasn't the kind of question one usually asked.
There were a few other objects ment for sitting upon in the room, but I will refrain from commented on them, as it just so happened at the man upon the pile of dirt began to speak.
He spoke of many things, magic and schools, wizards and witches, evil men determined to take over the world and pumpkin pies; But after quite a few hours, in which Panesh had almost fallen alseep, the entire story of Voldemort, and the disapearance of Hermione Granger was revealed. Panesh was a little bewildered that even Nikomel did not know some of the things the dirt man spoke of. Surely Nikomel had know all this already? For Nikomel knew everything: how to hunt, how to track, how to lead, how to order and teach an entire pack of wolves; surely he had known this?
But it appeared he did not, and Panesh was all the more confused by it. Hadn't his mother always said that Nikomel knew everything? But then, everything was alot to remember, and as Panesh tried to remeber and understand all he heard, he leaned his head against one of Nikomel's paws, and closed his eyes, and was fast asleep in a matter of seconds.
Calli was the first to notice this, and to point it out to Nikomel, who had been entirely absorbed in what he was hearing. When Calli spoke to him, he turned abruptly, for he had completely forgotten she was there. When he moved, his paw slipped out from under Panesh's head, and the little wolf pup slid softly to the floor, still fast alseep.
After the plans for the next meeting had been set up, Nikomel grabbed Panesh by the scruff of his neck, and gently carried him, as he made his way down the long, dark path towards the place they both called home.
