I Capture the Candyman
Lucky stood in front of her door, pacing back and forth. What had London done? Well, whatever it was, it certainly was bigger than anything she had ever done before.
Her bare feet padded across the surface of the hallway carpet. If she continued walking like this, she was going to bore another hole into the floor. And this time, it would be her fault. Lucky leaned against the wall, and buried her pale face in her cupped hands.
"You alright Lucky?" a voice asked. Lucky, stunned at this sudden sound, peeked her face out through her fingers.
"You alright?" the voice asked again.
"Who are you?" came Lucky's muffled reply. She could sense the person staring at her.
"It's me, Rose" the person said.
"Rose..." Lucky said, as if she couldn't remember her own sister. She uncovered her face to see Rose standing there, her face the same as it was yesterday. Her hair was done up in a low ponytail, that looked carelessly done, and she was wearing a crisp white buttoned shirt with dark washed jeans.
"Have you finished packing?" Rose asked, unwrapping a green lollipop that was sticking out of her jean pocket.
Lucky watched Rose for a moment, sucking on the little confection on a stick.
"Rose, do you remember what happened yesterday?" Lucky asked, fearing the worst. If London had done what Lucky thought she had then...
"What? You mean packing?" Rose asked.
There was no way she could have forgotten, Lucky thought. The only conclusion that Lucky could draw out was that Rose was under a "Mind Bender" spell. When done properly, the victim suffers short term memory loss. London could of cast it on her so she wouldn't know what happened last night.
"Rose, come with me!" Lucky commanded, grabbing her wrist and leading her down the hallway to London's room.
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"One drop of this, and poor little William won't know what to do with himself" London thought. She was sitting on Rose's canopy bed, admiring the love potion filled crystal bottle.
"Best thing is, Rose doesn't even know she created it"
London giggled to herself and pocketed the bottle, meaning to get up, and continue packing, when the door swung open. A very put out Lucky was dragging a very confused Rose into the bedroom.
"What did you do to her?" Lucky hissed.
London smirked.
"Clever, wasn't it?" she said, knowing exactly what Lucky was yelling about.
"Clever? Clever! Take it away!" Lucky demanded. London stood up.
"And have her smash my pretty potion? I would never!"
"I'm going to kill you!" Lucky roared, letting go of Rose and starting to chase London around. Now, London may have been a very advanced witch, but she did not run very fast, making Lucky's pursuit quick and easy. Just before London could run out the door, Lucky tackled her.
"Give her memory back!" Lucky demanded.
"Lucky don't!" Rose demanded, her eyes filled with fear. Lucky frowned and stood up, offering a hand to her sister, who took it, smirking.
"Well, I cant't have you two meddling with my plan, can I?" London asked. She pulled her wand out and pointed it to a plain wooden chest. Rose called it her treasure chest, and it was used to store all her prized possesions.
"What are you doing with that?" Rose breathed.
"Have a nice trip!" London said, as the box skated toward them. The two girls were knocked over, and fell into the chest, which shut as soon as they were inside.
"Hush you two! You wouldn't want Wonka to see you like this, would you?" London asked the chest, taking out a pair of keys and locking her sisters inside.
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"Parker! Help me with this chest! It's too heavy!" London complained a few minutes later.
"Oh, begging for my help are we?" Parker asked, coming into the room. Yesterday night, she had redyed her hair so it was blue with purple streaks. She still kept the dazzling tanned face and smile but had changed to an ivory colored, short dress that fell just above her ankles.
She frowned when she heard the noise from within.
"What's in there? A possessed ghost? You know there is no room for one of those. Remember Mom got one and it howled all night?"
"A still have that picture of you screaming your head off! That noise drove you crazy! Not like you are not crazy to begin with"
"Want your tongue cut out?" Parker threated.
"No, I want you to help me!" London said, rolling her eyes. Parker sighed and walked over to the chest.
"You know, this goes against all my better judgement" Parker said, helping London push the chest out the door. "Where are we taking this?"
"On the shuttle! Let me take care of it when we get there"
"Fine with me!"
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