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The celebration over Guinevere was cut short when Maurice boldly burst into the tavern unexpectedly...

Without waiting to be seated he ran in, throwing his arms into the sky, shouting his lungs off.

"IT'S GOT HIM! IT'S GOT HIM LOCKED UP IN A DUNGEON! WE HAVE TO SAVE HIM NOW! NOW!" he practically screamed into the face of a very confused Marc who instinctively shoved the ashen faced Maurice away. Undaunted, Maurice moved on to grab poor Quincy by the collar, shaking him violently with strength beyond his years. Guinevere laughed, although she disliked the old lunatic she was still entertained and not to mention highly amused by his antics.

"Whoa old man... Who's got who locked up in a dungeon?" she asked snidely.

"A BEAST! A TERRIBLE MONSTEROUS BEAST!" Maurice shrieked not caring how ridiculous the whole situation sounded.

There was unanimous silence in the tavern followed by loud shrieks of uncontrollable laughter. Maurice lowered his arms confused. With an approving nod from their beloved Guinevere, the men closed in on poor Maurice.

"Was it a big beast?" Quincy demanded.

"HUGE!" Maurice emphasized with his arms.

"With a long ugly snout?" Bayard sneered.

"Hideously ugly!" Maurice nodded at the fearful memory of the beast's blood red mouth.

"Sharp cruel fangs?" Guinevere asked innocently wanting to join the fun.

"YES! YES! YES!" Maurice shouted in exasperation wondering if these people were just plain stupid... How could they stand here and laugh while Beau's very life was in danger...

Turning to Guinevere, he grabbed her arms desperately. She knew Beau personally since childhood, if there was anyone who could convince these men to help him... It was Guinevere.

"Guinevere you have to help me! Please! Please!" Maurice begged hysterically at the stony faced woman.

Guinevere's face twitched in disgust... She didn't appreciate anyone touching her... Especially crazy old men... Getting grimy sweat and tears all over her... Fun was over... This was getting disgusting...

Guinevere bent over and gave Maurice her sweetest smile.

"Sure Maurice we will help you OUT..." she cooed while her eyes sent flashing signals to her loyal followers. The men in the tavern gave each other toothy grins before hauling an unsuspecting Maurice, who was to busy thanking Guinevere to notice them... And with another cruel laugh they threw him forcefully out into the cold wet snow...

Maurice grunted heavily as he collided painfully into the ground. Why were they doing this? Why were they being so cruel... Wait, it didn't matter, what mattered most right now was that Beau's life was in jeopardy... Ignoring his throbbing back, the old man brushed the snow off himself before quickly attempting to enter the tavern once again only to have the heavy wooden doors slam loudly in his face. Aghast, he slammed his fists as hard as he could into the door. Nearly crying out as it refused to even budge.

"PLEASE! PLEASE!" he screamed but his pleas fell on deaf ears and Maurice sank to his knees.

"Will no one help me?" he wailed into the darkness.

Back in the tavern, Guinevere smiled contentedly as Maurice's hammering proceeded to get louder and louder. It gave her some form of content and satisfaction knowing the old man was out there freezing to death... Her smile widened, it was just a wonderful feeling knowing she was inflicting pain on the very man who hurt her... Well not exactly but Beau had humiliated her, and since he wasn't here, she'd found it just as rewarding inflicting her revenge on his father... for now anyway...

Guinevere pouted. Just the thought of Beau made her want to slap him again... How could a man be so blind towards a woman's affection? Her affection. Her eyes scanned around the tavern. Even these dimwitted country airheads could tell when she wanted something. Why couldn't Beau? It just wasn't human. Maybe it was because he spent too much time around his crackpot father... Honestly, Guinevere had never met anyone who would devote as much time to their parents as Beau did to his father... Maybe all their quality time together drove Beau as mad as Maurice...

"Crazy old Maurice..." Guinevere heard Bayard mutter on his way back to his table... She stiffened; a little idea just short of brilliant crossed her cunning mind.

"Crazy old Maurice..." she whispered.

"Yes... Crazy old Maurice..." she repeated liking the sound of that more and more...

It felt like decades later before the silence of the castle was interrupted by a gentle knock on the door. Beau glanced up from the desk. Over the past few hours, he had found a piece of parchment and quill to keep himself amused... However, doodling could only keep one entertained for so long and he was longing for something more exciting to happen. Keeping his cool Beau approached the door.

"Who is it?" he asked sternly.

"Mrs. Potts dear..." came a motherly voice, a jarring change from the beast's loud roars and silky threats.

Beau blinked; honestly he was expecting the beast and not this Mrs. Potts person... Whoever she was...

Cautiously, Beau opened the door only to leap back in surprise as teapot A TEAPOT made of fine China came hopping in cheerfully followed, by all things, a teacup...

"Hi!" the teacup said brightly.

"How...How... This... Its not possible Ooof..." Beau grunted as he knocked into something hard, quickly, he spun around only to gasp in surprise as the WARDROBE smiled at him.

"Careful!" she laughed helping him back onto his feet with her drawers.

Beau looked at the enchanted objects before him in sheer amazement before slowly running his hands through his hair.

"This is impossible..." he blurted out, more to himself than anyone else.

The wardrobe let out a forced laugh before carelessly lowering herself onto the bed nearly sending Beau flying off in the process due to her immense weight.

"I know it's impossible... But here we are!" she chuckled happily. Beau smiled back uneasily...

The wardrobe couldn't help but blush at this handsome young man's dashing smile. She continued to stare at him before a cough from Mrs. Potts snapped her back into reality.

"OH where are my manners, I'm Madame de la Grande Bouche, the teapot is Mrs. Potts and that's her son Chip."

"HI!" the cup named Chip said again.

"Hi..." Beau replied shakily... still unsure if he was caught up in some bizarre hallucination... or if this was all really happening...

"We thought you'd like a spot of tea." Mrs. Potts offered generously. Beau thought carefully for a moment, his initial agenda was to refuse anything this castle had to offer, a personal sign of defiance towards the beast. However, Mrs. Potts seemed so genuine and motherly that he felt quite rude rejecting her hospitality.

After some internal debate, Beau nodded.

"I would love some tea... Thank you very much" he said finally.

He wrinkled his brow at how he was supposed to drink out of something alive... It just felt... A tad bit violating... However, Chip didn't seem to mind at all and he hopped eagerly to an intrigued Beau.

Hesitantly, Beau picked the tiny tea cup and took a sip of the gorgeous smelling tea. He gasped, it was nothing like he tasted before, unlike the smooth malty tea he drank and was accustomed to back in the village, this tea was entirely different, clear, herbal but with a thick roasted aroma and had a bittersweet twang to it... It was better than any tea he tasted...

"That's wonderful... Thank you very much." Beau said politely placing Chip back with his mother.

"No need to thank me my dear..." Mrs. Potts blushed puzzling Beau for a moment because he was pretty sure China had no pigment and thus couldn't blush...

"Then again, China can't move or talk either..." he reasoned with himself.