Charlie was fed up.
Venetia was driving him nuts!
Charlie kept that fact to himself.
Probably a smart choice.
It was 4:30 and so far he was doing a pretty good job at being "good"*.
"Venetia, may I borrow Charlie?" Asked Dr. Bloor walking up to them.
Charlie had never been so happy to see Dr. Bloor- in fact he couldn't remember a single instance when he had ever been happy to see him in the first place.
"Of course, Charlie, go with him!"
I was planning on it. He thought.
"Okay," he shrugged as though it were nothing.
Dr. Bloor led Charlie through the school and up into the attics.
Well, now he could remember happier instances.
Like when he wasn't in Ezekiel Bloor's realm of the house.
Unfortunately Ezekiel Bloor's room was just where they were headed.
Dr. Bloor pushed Charlie towards the door. After some hesitation Charlie quietly knocked.
"Come in!" Ezekiel's screeching voice was like metal on metal.
Charlie slipped into the room.
"Shut the door boy, shut the door!"
Charlie closed the door.
"Well, now, Charlie Bone, I hear you've been keeping out of trouble today."
What. The. Heck. It was one day. Not a year or a month or even a week.
Just. A day. What was the big deal?
"Yes, sir." Charlie glanced at his feet not wanting to look at the disgusting creature in the wheelchair.**
"Are you planning on keeping this up?"
Was the guy clairvoyant?
"… I'm not sure."
He was sure... the answer was no.
"Well, tell me if you make up your mind. I might be able to do something in return. You are dismissed."
As Charlie started to open the door Ezekiel murmured.
"Like your father..."
Charlie froze.
"Where is this going?"
Footnotes:
* Evil
** Ezekiel