Two weeks shy of Christmas, your prompt is: the boggart.
After having to get up at 5 yesterday I had a big sleep in this morning, and the pace never really picked up for the remainder of the day. I'm hopeful all that rest will help finish off this cold.
Looking forward to having Kat back home tomorrow.
I almost didn't answer the phone when I saw Grandpa's name on the caller id, but my sense of duty managed to reign victorious over my hopes to spend the morning reading the paper. I set the sports section aside and picked up the receiver.
"Hello?" I could have just greeted him straight off, but that invariably led to him wondering how I knew it was him that was calling, which always ended up with me succumbing to his accusations that I'm part warlock. Best just to skip all that, really.
"Jim, it's Grandpa. I've got some trouble at the house and I need you to come up here and help me take care of it."
'Up here' was a bad ten hour drive away. Nothing short of him threatening to kill himself would get me off my recliner and out of my bathrobe.
"What's the problem?" Trying and, I thought, succeeding at sounding like I actually cared.
"I've got a boggart infestation. Little buggers are everywhere and I can't seem to catch them. You know I don't move so well these days, with my hips the way they are."
"Yes, Grandpa, I know." He'd had a fall a few years back that put his hips in a bad way. He'd been telling everybody about it ever since.
"So when shall I expect you?"
"How do you know there are boggarts in your place?"
"They keep hiding my keys! Never where I left 'em." He sounded genuinely aggrieved.
"You're probably just getting forgetful. Nothing to worry about, it happens to everyone when they get older. Heck, I'm starting to -"
"You don't believe me."
"Come on, Grandpa. I need a little more proof than your keys going missing."
"Fine. Stay on the line. I'll see if I can trick one of them into speaking with you."
I almost laughed, but I held it in. I spent the next five minutes shaking my head at my empty living room, and towards the end I started to consider hanging up. He'd probably forgotten all about me, just like his silly keys.
But that was when a new voice came down the line.