Diomedes' Dilemma
“Oh.” Writer Lady shifts under her blankets. “Ooh.” She moves on to her back just as she begins dreaming a rag tag group of cat burglars have shuffled up the hall and entered her bedroom. A voice says, “I’m sorry Sir. This just isn’t working. Oh.” Writer Lady realizes she knows the voice calling out in pain. “Diomedes?” She calls as she opens her eyes. Reaching out she turns on the bedroom light. Her eyes adjust to the sudden burst of light, then focus to reveal the identities of the figures standing at the foot of her bed. Dobby, Ray, TP floating in the air above Dobby’s head and Diomedes. “Diomedes are you in pain?” The seven foot dragon shakes his large head. “I am.” “What’s wrong? Has House been refusing to raise her ceiling for you when you enter a room again?” “No, not at all. House has always been thoughtful and accommodating.” He responds. “Is it your stomach again?” She asks recalling the Stomach Bug Incident of 2015. “No.” He responds. “I