Fictober, Prompt 7 – “No, and that’s final.”
“No, and that’s final.”
This seemed unlikely to me, since he’d said the same thing yesterday, and the day before.
“Then why are you letting me come back to ask again? I know you’re more than capable of keeping me off your property if you wanted to.”
He narrowed dark eyes, glaring at me for pointing out this truth. “I don’t understand why you’re even coming to me in the first place.”
“You’re the only witch I know,” I answered. He had made it clear the first day that he was a witch, thank you very much, none of that ‘warlock’ business around here.
“This town is full of witches!”
“And I don’t know any of them,” I said, keeping myself steady. In spite of his mixed signals, I sensed that something about my problem had intrigued him. I just had to figure out why he didn’t want to get involved.
“You barely know me,” he was quick to point out, and I was forced to nod in acceptance of that truth. Still, he had heard my story, and hadn’t banished me forever from his doorstep, and that was more than I could say of anyone else.
Instinctively, I held my tongue and waited.
“Argh, fine!” he said after another long moment of stewing. “Fine, I’ll help. But you’re paying me half up front, and I’m not doing any driving. It’s not a good week for me to drive.”
“Agreed,” I said immediately, sticking my hand out to accept his bargain. His expression said he was already regretting it, but he shook my hand anyway, and gestured me inside for the second time.
“Curses aren’t my specialty,” he warned me. “I’m more of a potions kind of guy.”
“It’s not exactly a curse,” I reminded him, “and I think it might be a potion that I need.”
“Well, we’ll see,” he grumbled.
But I caught a glimpse of a smile on his face as he turned away, and let myself feel hopeful for the first time in quite awhile.