Chapter 3 - An Old Friend

Chapter 3 - An Old Friend

Somehow Moggins had managed to escape Red Tail’s torturing facts about his education and was sleeping downstairs in the factory. It was late at night and very cold.

“Wake up Moggins,” cried a voice. Moggins woke up and jumped at the volume of the voice.

“Oh, it’s you.” Moggins said with a sigh of relief and wipe of the forehead. He was staring at Madam Haggit... and a very angry Madam Haggit too!

“Ah, my dear old friend! Why did you tell Moggins about a certain potion? Hmm, Mr Red Tail?” were the words she spat out, staring at a struggling Red Tail, who was tied to a wooden chair.

“You’ll never get out Red Tail, it’s a truth rope.” Madam Haggit smirked.

“I know what it is you witch. I went to the same school as you! You’ve still got that boil on your ear I see.” Red Tail said, rather amusing himself.

“Oh, I never noticed that. Now you’ve mentioned it… it’s unnoticeable” said Moggins, also quite amused at the fact. “Hang on a minute. Why have you tied Red Tail up like that?” Moggins asked, rather confused.

“He wasn’t supposed to tell you about the…” Madam Haggit began.

“The what?” Moggins said rather quickly.

“The colour changing magic...” Red Tail began, “it has something to do with your necklace Mr. Moggins!” he continued, and with this being the answer to why he told Moggins about the colour changing magic the truth rope untangled itself from around Red Tail and the chair. Madam Haggit snarled at Red Tail and walked towards him, saying threatening words with her hand out ready to perform a spell. At that moment there was a puff of red smoke, Red Tail had already beaten her to it and so Madam Haggit vanished back to the cottage.

“Well done Red Tail!” Moggins said. Red Tail reached down, picked up the truth rope, went upstairs and brought his backpack down to put the rope into it.

“I’ll keep that, just in case it comes in handy,” Red Tail laughed and winked at Moggins. Red Tail suddenly stopped laughing, sighed and sat down on the chair.

“I’m getting old Mr. Moggins,” croaked Red Tail, a depressed look on his face. “And there are so many things I would like to do… or see!” Red Tail continued, “I made a list. A list of things I’d like to do before I die. Fly for instance, that’s top of my list.” He finished his sentence with a cough and a smirk, as if doubting the list.

“Well Red Tail… I know something, and that is that you only die old if you feel old. You’re only… how old are you?” Moggins asked and with another smirk and a doubtful look Red Tail said, “Fifty Three.”

“You’re only fifty three. You’ve got more than forty years left until you die. Wizards live over one-hundred years of age…I don’t know about lizards though, never mind wizard lizards.” Moggins smirked to himself.

“Listen,” Moggins began again, “I’m going to try and find Lumpy… and you… you can come with me. We can do some of the things on your list, together! It’ll be an adventure!” Moggins continued, “What do you think?”

Red Tail sat there for a few seconds and then began to speak. “Well Mr. Moggins, it would be good! But the thing is Mr. Moggins, this world; I’ve seen many things in this world. Things beyond belief, the darkest magic you’ve ever seen! The weirdest and most dangerous creatures you’ve ever seen! But never have I gone on an adventure. So, Mr. Moggins, You? Me? An adventure? Sure!” Red Tail smiled, “But you’ve got to take into consideration Mr. Moggins that on this adventure it might be tough to find Lumpy… especially with no map! We’ll be lost, Moggins.” Red Tail said.

“WAIT… did you just call me Moggins, Red Tail?” Moggins asked.

“Yes Mr. Moggins, why?” Red Tail answered.

“I’ve been waiting for you to stop calling me MR. Moggins for ages! Finally you did it Red Tail! Finally you did it.” Moggins said cheerfully with a broad smile on his face.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” Red Tail asked.

“Because, Red Tail, sometimes you learn better by your own accord and not by someone telling you not to do something. That way you don’t feel uncomfortable doing it.” Moggins explained.

“You know Moggins, you are rather clever!” said Red Tail.

“So I’ve been told Red Tail… so I’ve been told!” Moggins said and they both started laughing and had a long chat about Red Tail’s education, again.

Later on the next day Moggins and Red Tail began to pack up their things. Of course Red Tail didn’t really need to as everything was in his back pack, so he was at Moggins’ cottage helping him pack his things whilst Madam Haggit was out.

“Mr… sorry… Moggins, what is this?” said Red Tail holding an unusual object in his hands.

“Ah, that is a gift that an old friend of mine gave me. He gave it me because he was dying. He said he was in need of help.” replied Moggins.

“Yes Moggins, but what is it?” Red Tail said.

“What does it look like?” Moggins said sarcastically.

“A wooden block,” Red Tail said, laughing.

“Precisely. Got it in one!” Moggins said, again sarcastically.

“Yes Moggins… but! The fact is that a wooden block wouldn’t have no use at all. Maybe, just maybe, that small wooden block of yours might open.” Red Tail said. With this Moggins picked up the wooden block and started to push, pull, twiddle and tweak all different parts of the small block. Eventually, Moggins had managed to open it but not by pushing, pulling, twiddling or tweaking but by saying the word ‘open’. It just pulled apart automatically and there was a piece of paper inside it. Written on it was ‘My dear boy Moggins”. After reading this Moggins opened the piece of paper and started to read out loud;

‘Moggins, I do not think it fair to say I am your friend as I am not. I am to tell you something Moggins and I do not want you to take any offence. I am not your friend Moggins as I am your father and you are my son. Unfortunately Moggins, you are not my real son but my foster son and I your foster father. I am ever sorry to tell you this Moggins but I am not dying but am in need of help. I am in need of help as I am trying to find Lumpy. I understand that by the time you are reading this letter you may also be doing the same thing, and I must say Moggins… to me you are my real son and I love you dearly as you love me… see you soon Moggins, Father.’

After reading the letter Moggins had a tear running down his furry face.

“Well Moggins… you look quite surprised.” said Red Tail.

“Yes, I suppose I am” Moggins said. After reading the letter again Moggins told Red Tail he preferred not to talk about it and they finished packing his stuff. Then they both slept in Moggins’ room, Moggins in the small wooden bed and Red Tail on a red rug on the floor with a thin sheet on top of him.

The End

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