Owl Eats Harry Potter - V:Mission 2 Episode 19
I partially unzip my duffle bag, put my hands in the Stuffocator grips and say, “Zoe, I know I already owe you big-time but do you happen to have a knife or some scissors you could send me. I need to get Dinu off the dolly and to his friend’s house quickly.”
“No problem,” says Zoe’s always calming voice. “Here it comes.”
The next thing I know a small iridescent bubble is floating to the ground from the mouth of the Stuffocator. I’m grabbing for it at the same moment the bubble pops as it comes in contact with the ground.
With a few quick strokes the box cutter Zoe sent slices Dinu’s bonds and he slumps partially off the dolly. I work feverishly to heft this oversized sack of potatoes into the cab of the truck and strap in the seat belt. The cab light in the truck must have burnt out in a previous century. From the little I can distinguish Dinu is unconscious and the bandage, while apparently holding, is blood red. My heart races.
I toss the dolly into the back of the pickup and get into the driver’s seat before I realize…no key. Hopping out, I circle back to Dinu’s side and start rummaging through pockets. Fortunately I find them in the second pocket.
Another trip to the driver’s seat and we’re finally ready to go. Now I wish I had spent more time paying attention to our drive to the clearing. I was pretty sure that Dinu’s friend’s house was on the same road so I should just have to keep driving about 5 minutes.
Panic starts to set in and I think I’ve headed the wrong direction when all of a sudden I see a well lit house ahead that looks familiar. I accelerate and swing into the drive. Just at that time I see Dinu’s friend come out of the house.
I leap out of the truck and call to him, “Help, Dinu’s hurt.”
He gets a concerned look on his face and races over to the passenger’s side and practically rips the door open.
Dinu slumps out; held in only by the seat belt.
By this time I’m standing next to Dinu’s friend in absolute panic. I practically shout, “Can you get a doctor?”
I don’t expect a response since he can’t speak English but I’m surprised to hear in flawless English, “I don’t think that will be necessary.”
I’m silenced by a complex mixture of emotions where confusion and anger vie for the lead.
“What do you mean,” I say incredulously? “Can’t you see Dinu is hurt?”
“I think he’s right V, a doctor shouldn’t be necessary” Dinu says, “and then I hear the trademark deep rumbling chuckle.”
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