The Descent of the Devil

CHAPTER 3

At 1:00 pm, when the town was showered with sunlight, after the rain was over, Camilla went out to the near by ice cream parlour, rather because she wanted to get out of the gloom of her cottage than because she wanted to eat something. Both Harry and her mum were acting weird. Her mum wouldn't come out of her room and Harry was being real mean.
As she took a sip of her juice, someone patted her shoulder lightly.
She turned around to look at the person she most wanted to see at that moment__ Monica.

"Hey monkey," Camilla said jokingly.
Monica took a stool beside her friend and ordered a milk shake for herself. Then she turned to Camilla.
"What's up?" Monica asked.
"Nothing really."
"You look kind of ill," Monica studied her face.
"I know but i'm not ill. Just tired. Everyone's acting so strange lately," Camilla had said it now, she knew Monica would ask more and after battling her thoughts for a minute, she decided to confess to her.
"Who's been acting strange?" Monica inquired, as Camilla knew she would.
"Oh well Mum and Harry. Like Mum isn't talking much. Just shut up in her room. She's not usually like that. And Harry has nothing to do other than stare at the T.V even when there's rubbish coming. And he's being really rude like not in the funny way... In a mean way," she ended, sighing.
"Oh," Monica shrugged. The waiter had placed her mug of milk shake down and she took a sip. "Eww" she coughed and pushed the mug away.
"What's wrong?" Camilla asked.
"It tastes so bad. I think i'm gonna puke," Monica cried wiping her face from a tissue.
Camilla pushed her glass of juice towards Monica and they shared her orange juice.
"Well Cam, you know what? all the old peeps in my house, been acting strange too," Monica opened up. "Mum and dad got in to a real bad argument today. Melissa is fighting with me over everything..." She took a last sip of orange juice. " everything from why i went to the bathroom first to why i had the remote of T.V and every freaking thing. I really wished i could kill her today."
Melissa was Monica's sister, two years younger than her.

Camilla laughed. Then seriousness dawned over her face. They both stayed silent for a second before their attention was caught by a young guy who was shouting at the waiter for giving him the wrong drink.

Near by in the butcher shop many people were arguing. There was a rumour that someone had stolen a doll from a toy shop. And the toy owner, Griphook, who was a toy maker himself was out of his head. He came out in the street and started shouting like a retard saying it was his best creation of a doll and he'd put the person or kid in jail who had stolen the toy. The little town of Swiss seemed to be in dismay. Never in its history, there had been thrivery. Never had there been stealing. People were as honest and real as a real honest-to-goodness child.

"Maybe evil has finally arrived," Camilla shrugged.

"Mhm, well i bet old Griphook just lost the doll or something," Monica said placing her chin on her folded hands.

"What if the doll's actually stolen and Griphook finds out the culprit?"
Camilla asked frowning.

"Always thinking the negative," Monica rolled her eyes. Then she said. "Don't worry, kids don't get thrown into jail for stealing stupid dolls."

They argued over the doll for sometime before saying good bye and heading to their homes.

***

"Harry you know what?" Camilla excitedly asked a grumpy looking Harry who was still doing the thing, he had been doing when she left the cottage__watching T.V.

"What?" He said without looking up.

"Someone stole old Griphook's newly made doll. Can you believe it?!"

This got Harry's attention and when he looked up at Camilla it seemed like he was his old self again. "Actually i don't." He said in his normal soft tone which he had forgotten to use since the night of the storm.