Author's note: I got the details in the last chapter screwed up. Just
pretend the mind reading thing works for other people, but only if you want
it to. It can be picked up, but only if it is willed by the receiver. Sorry
about the mess-up.
Suddenly our grins were broken by a yell, a thump, and an "uff!" We looked over to see three people, who were looking back at us.
"What in the Shire?" exclaimed Frodo.
"If I'm not mistaken, those are the guests that were due to drop in today. I guess they took the 'dropping in' part a little bit too literally." I replied. "If, again, I'm not mistaken, these are visitors...from Hogwarts."
One of the boy's eyes widened (no, I don't mean one eye. I mean only ONE of the boys' eyes widened. Sorry.). "How did you know?" he asked. I studied his jet-black hair and bright green eyes for a moment before answering. " Because," I answered, "not only have I read about you three, I also can see your thoughts."
"Yeah, right," retorted the other boy (who had flaming red hair and freckles). "Prove it," he said.
"Okay," I replied. "Think of anything. Anything at all."
"Okay, brilliant one," he thought for a second, and then said, "Okay, read my mind, Gandhi."
The bushy-haired girl next to him smacked him. "It's not Gandhi, It's Houdini."
"Oh, yeah," he said sheepishly. "Him".
The girl rolled her eyes.
"Quidditch," I said, honing in on his thoughts.
"Eh?" he said. "What's that?"
"You're thinking about Quidditch, or were."
"Lucky guess. What about now?"
"Your sister, Ginny."
His face paled underneath his freckles.
"Don't worry," I said, grinning at Frodo, "I won't tell about that thing with that girl in Fifth year," I said, in the most evil voice I could manage. He paled further. I laughed, as did the others (except the boy)
The girl held out her hand. "I'm Hermione Granger, and this is Ron Weasley and Harry Potter," she said. "Nice to meet you."
"Geez, this just gets weirder every day," I muttered.
I took her hand, and introduced myself. "Leah Underhill."
She turned to Frodo. "What's your name?" she asked.
"Frodo Baggins." He replied. Her eyes went wide. "Not THE Frodo Baggins?" she asked.
"Well, that depends on who exactly THE Frodo Baggins is," he said.
"From Lord of the Rings?"
"Yeah."
"Uh....wow?" she said.
He laughed softly. This was going to be a WEIRD day.
Author's note- that wasn't very long, and I apologize. You authors know what I mean when I say five words: Writer's Block and Writer's Cramp.
Suddenly our grins were broken by a yell, a thump, and an "uff!" We looked over to see three people, who were looking back at us.
"What in the Shire?" exclaimed Frodo.
"If I'm not mistaken, those are the guests that were due to drop in today. I guess they took the 'dropping in' part a little bit too literally." I replied. "If, again, I'm not mistaken, these are visitors...from Hogwarts."
One of the boy's eyes widened (no, I don't mean one eye. I mean only ONE of the boys' eyes widened. Sorry.). "How did you know?" he asked. I studied his jet-black hair and bright green eyes for a moment before answering. " Because," I answered, "not only have I read about you three, I also can see your thoughts."
"Yeah, right," retorted the other boy (who had flaming red hair and freckles). "Prove it," he said.
"Okay," I replied. "Think of anything. Anything at all."
"Okay, brilliant one," he thought for a second, and then said, "Okay, read my mind, Gandhi."
The bushy-haired girl next to him smacked him. "It's not Gandhi, It's Houdini."
"Oh, yeah," he said sheepishly. "Him".
The girl rolled her eyes.
"Quidditch," I said, honing in on his thoughts.
"Eh?" he said. "What's that?"
"You're thinking about Quidditch, or were."
"Lucky guess. What about now?"
"Your sister, Ginny."
His face paled underneath his freckles.
"Don't worry," I said, grinning at Frodo, "I won't tell about that thing with that girl in Fifth year," I said, in the most evil voice I could manage. He paled further. I laughed, as did the others (except the boy)
The girl held out her hand. "I'm Hermione Granger, and this is Ron Weasley and Harry Potter," she said. "Nice to meet you."
"Geez, this just gets weirder every day," I muttered.
I took her hand, and introduced myself. "Leah Underhill."
She turned to Frodo. "What's your name?" she asked.
"Frodo Baggins." He replied. Her eyes went wide. "Not THE Frodo Baggins?" she asked.
"Well, that depends on who exactly THE Frodo Baggins is," he said.
"From Lord of the Rings?"
"Yeah."
"Uh....wow?" she said.
He laughed softly. This was going to be a WEIRD day.
Author's note- that wasn't very long, and I apologize. You authors know what I mean when I say five words: Writer's Block and Writer's Cramp.