The Touch Explained
When he finally laid down and the only sounds were the distant hum of voices from the common room he began thinking of his task. He knew all he had to do was administer the Touch a few more times and he would have Hermione spilling out her heart to him, which was exactly what he wanted. 'The Touch..." he thought to himself. He remembered how he'd come across it... He'd been merely nine years of age when he'd come across the thick black leather bound book in the attic. Exploring the attic had always served as a great source of fun for him as a kid because of the Dark material he found in there that had belonged to his father. He grabbed the book and stuffed it in his robe, then hurried back to his room to examine the findings. Once in the haven of his locked room he began flipping through the worn pages. He came across a section labeled 'Mind Control'. As he read on he found the simplest spell ability and decided to try it on himself. It was called the Touch. *The Touch is the simplest form of mind control abilities to learn but you'll find it's the hardest to administer. You must be able to make some kind of contact with your victim for it to properly work. The results vary between people but if it does work what will happen is the person starts feeling as though they cant live without the feeling they get when they're touched by you and will usually do anything to get it again. Once you administer it for the first time it cant be stopped unless you perform the countercurse which could take months or even years to perfect.* he remembered it like he was reading it out of the book then and there. He chuckled at the time when he tried it out on one of the house elves and thought of how funny it acted around him. Everything had gone fine then so why not now? Soon he drifted off in a sort of dreamless sleep. _________________________
A/N: Yes, ghetto, but it had to be there. Dont hurt me. Well I have the next chapter written out but I'm too lazy to type it out. So review review, cause its all gravy. peace Ms.PSB, Ms.WNBA, Comin Straight out of Vian, Y'all Better Make Way...
When he finally laid down and the only sounds were the distant hum of voices from the common room he began thinking of his task. He knew all he had to do was administer the Touch a few more times and he would have Hermione spilling out her heart to him, which was exactly what he wanted. 'The Touch..." he thought to himself. He remembered how he'd come across it... He'd been merely nine years of age when he'd come across the thick black leather bound book in the attic. Exploring the attic had always served as a great source of fun for him as a kid because of the Dark material he found in there that had belonged to his father. He grabbed the book and stuffed it in his robe, then hurried back to his room to examine the findings. Once in the haven of his locked room he began flipping through the worn pages. He came across a section labeled 'Mind Control'. As he read on he found the simplest spell ability and decided to try it on himself. It was called the Touch. *The Touch is the simplest form of mind control abilities to learn but you'll find it's the hardest to administer. You must be able to make some kind of contact with your victim for it to properly work. The results vary between people but if it does work what will happen is the person starts feeling as though they cant live without the feeling they get when they're touched by you and will usually do anything to get it again. Once you administer it for the first time it cant be stopped unless you perform the countercurse which could take months or even years to perfect.* he remembered it like he was reading it out of the book then and there. He chuckled at the time when he tried it out on one of the house elves and thought of how funny it acted around him. Everything had gone fine then so why not now? Soon he drifted off in a sort of dreamless sleep. _________________________
A/N: Yes, ghetto, but it had to be there. Dont hurt me. Well I have the next chapter written out but I'm too lazy to type it out. So review review, cause its all gravy. peace Ms.PSB, Ms.WNBA, Comin Straight out of Vian, Y'all Better Make Way...