HPWesley73
Today ws a very Harry Potter day. It went something like this:
JW got up at his usual time, shutting off his cell phone alarm and throwing off the sheets that barely covered his feet. He shuffled around the apartment, checking to see that everything was as he left it the night before. A few glasses were still in the sink (he'd run them through the dish transfigurator later.) Then, he remembered he had two new koi in the giant bowl by the front door.
Koi are to goldfish what wolves are to dogs. He was going to buy all new comets from the pet wizard on Nassau Street. But, some wealthy old witch had bought the whole tank. The pet store elves were busily trapping them, putting them into plastic bags and putting the bags into boxes when JW came into the store.
JW was about to walk out of the store when something told him to walk to the other side of the wall composed of brighly lit tanks.
There, amid the cichlids, and blue gouramis and black moons was a tank of about a dozen butterfly koi. They seemed healthy. They came in calico and a gentle yellowish orange. Two would be just enough for the porcelain bowl at home.
The koi began to stir even before the store elf's net hit the surface. They began to surge from one side of the tank to the other almost in a school. Even when cornered, they would duck and weave just out of reach of the net. JW had never seen pet store fish put up such fight.
The first one, a calico male, thrashed in the plastic holding cup, splashing water in the eye of the pet shop elf. The elf was lunging around the tank blindly trying to trap the female when suddenly the male jumped out of the holding cup, landing on the floor at their feet.
The male flopped around; every time the elf came near it, he would hop out of reach. It obviously preferred "drowning" itself to being captured.
Finally, after it seemed out of breath, the elf was able to scoop it into his hand and rescusitate it by gently gliding it through some tank water in the palm of his hand.
The female was no less plucky, hiding behind the air filter every time the net came near her. It was only by diverting her attention by tapping on the glass that the pet shop elf was able to capture her.
JW left them in the bag for nearly three hours while it floated in the bowl at home. They seemed calmer by the time he cut them loose. But, JW wasn't taking any chances; he took some glass from a picture frame and placed it across the bowl.
The next morning they were still there, swimming around the bowl, testing the perimeters. JW couldn't help but relect on how strange it felt having two caged animals sharing the house with him.
JW got up at his usual time, shutting off his cell phone alarm and throwing off the sheets that barely covered his feet. He shuffled around the apartment, checking to see that everything was as he left it the night before. A few glasses were still in the sink (he'd run them through the dish transfigurator later.) Then, he remembered he had two new koi in the giant bowl by the front door.
Koi are to goldfish what wolves are to dogs. He was going to buy all new comets from the pet wizard on Nassau Street. But, some wealthy old witch had bought the whole tank. The pet store elves were busily trapping them, putting them into plastic bags and putting the bags into boxes when JW came into the store.
JW was about to walk out of the store when something told him to walk to the other side of the wall composed of brighly lit tanks.
There, amid the cichlids, and blue gouramis and black moons was a tank of about a dozen butterfly koi. They seemed healthy. They came in calico and a gentle yellowish orange. Two would be just enough for the porcelain bowl at home.
The koi began to stir even before the store elf's net hit the surface. They began to surge from one side of the tank to the other almost in a school. Even when cornered, they would duck and weave just out of reach of the net. JW had never seen pet store fish put up such fight.
The first one, a calico male, thrashed in the plastic holding cup, splashing water in the eye of the pet shop elf. The elf was lunging around the tank blindly trying to trap the female when suddenly the male jumped out of the holding cup, landing on the floor at their feet.
The male flopped around; every time the elf came near it, he would hop out of reach. It obviously preferred "drowning" itself to being captured.
Finally, after it seemed out of breath, the elf was able to scoop it into his hand and rescusitate it by gently gliding it through some tank water in the palm of his hand.
The female was no less plucky, hiding behind the air filter every time the net came near her. It was only by diverting her attention by tapping on the glass that the pet shop elf was able to capture her.
JW left them in the bag for nearly three hours while it floated in the bowl at home. They seemed calmer by the time he cut them loose. But, JW wasn't taking any chances; he took some glass from a picture frame and placed it across the bowl.
The next morning they were still there, swimming around the bowl, testing the perimeters. JW couldn't help but relect on how strange it felt having two caged animals sharing the house with him.