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Hypnotism
Chapter 2:
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A week later, Aimee and Rachel found themselves roaming their school's halls during their free period. Neither felt like doing homework, so they chased each other down to the end of the hall, walked into the computer lab, and logged online.
"Hey, look at this... it's that weird psychic's webpage. You know, the one we called last weekend..." Aimee began.
"Yeah, so? What about it?" Rachel really didn't want to get started with this psychic business again.
"Well, you'll be pleased to know that she's gone out of business. Apparently someone stole her "heirloom" crystal ball, and she'll be unable to carry on in her profession."
"Oh, darn it all. Goodness gracious merciful me. I am so depressed right now, Aimee... I don't think I'll make it," Rachel said in her best sarcastic, monotonous voice. Rachel read the rest of the page while Aimee stared blankly out the window. "Uh, Aim? This doesn't look so good here. Read this." She pointed to the last paragraph on the screen.
Aimee read in disbelief.
As of 3:00 A.M. last Sunday, I have been without my crystal ball. Authorities have reason to believe that this crime was committed by the last person I talked to before my coffee break. The police are now tracing a call made by a minor at 2:30 A.M. If this is you, don't say I didn't warn you. I will have my crystal ball back again. Soon.
"Rachel, do you know what this means?!?" Aimee was frantic.
"Hey, don't get bent out of shape over it. We didn't steal the crystal ball, so we don't have anything to worry about."
"Sure we do! Now my parents are gonna ground me for the rest of eternity!" Aimee sighed. "I guess it's not as bad as it would be if we really had stolen the thing."
"You know what, Aim? You're right. You're also late for your next class. Now get moving!" Rachel loved having a double free period. So much time to relax... and get homework done. Even if Aimee never did hers, Rachel tried her best to do what she could.
"Oh, hush. They'll never notice," Aimee said hopefully as she scampered off to her next class. "Later, gator!"
Rachel couldn't help but wonder why in the world her friend was such a weirdo.
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(Meanwhile, at the Ministry of Magic...)
Arthur Weasley had just started to catch up on his latest assignment when he received a telephone call from his wife, Molly.
"No, dear, I won't be home for supper tonight either. This new thing just got in and we're having a pretty tough time with it."
"Yes, dear, I know I've been working late more and more. I really can't help it..."
"All right. I'll try. I love you too. Bye, dear."
As a matter of fact, Arthur thought his wife was completely right. But when you've got muggles involved with the Orb of Truth, you've got more trouble than a whole team of wizards can handle.
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Hypnotism
Chapter 2:
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A week later, Aimee and Rachel found themselves roaming their school's halls during their free period. Neither felt like doing homework, so they chased each other down to the end of the hall, walked into the computer lab, and logged online.
"Hey, look at this... it's that weird psychic's webpage. You know, the one we called last weekend..." Aimee began.
"Yeah, so? What about it?" Rachel really didn't want to get started with this psychic business again.
"Well, you'll be pleased to know that she's gone out of business. Apparently someone stole her "heirloom" crystal ball, and she'll be unable to carry on in her profession."
"Oh, darn it all. Goodness gracious merciful me. I am so depressed right now, Aimee... I don't think I'll make it," Rachel said in her best sarcastic, monotonous voice. Rachel read the rest of the page while Aimee stared blankly out the window. "Uh, Aim? This doesn't look so good here. Read this." She pointed to the last paragraph on the screen.
Aimee read in disbelief.
As of 3:00 A.M. last Sunday, I have been without my crystal ball. Authorities have reason to believe that this crime was committed by the last person I talked to before my coffee break. The police are now tracing a call made by a minor at 2:30 A.M. If this is you, don't say I didn't warn you. I will have my crystal ball back again. Soon.
"Rachel, do you know what this means?!?" Aimee was frantic.
"Hey, don't get bent out of shape over it. We didn't steal the crystal ball, so we don't have anything to worry about."
"Sure we do! Now my parents are gonna ground me for the rest of eternity!" Aimee sighed. "I guess it's not as bad as it would be if we really had stolen the thing."
"You know what, Aim? You're right. You're also late for your next class. Now get moving!" Rachel loved having a double free period. So much time to relax... and get homework done. Even if Aimee never did hers, Rachel tried her best to do what she could.
"Oh, hush. They'll never notice," Aimee said hopefully as she scampered off to her next class. "Later, gator!"
Rachel couldn't help but wonder why in the world her friend was such a weirdo.
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(Meanwhile, at the Ministry of Magic...)
Arthur Weasley had just started to catch up on his latest assignment when he received a telephone call from his wife, Molly.
"No, dear, I won't be home for supper tonight either. This new thing just got in and we're having a pretty tough time with it."
"Yes, dear, I know I've been working late more and more. I really can't help it..."
"All right. I'll try. I love you too. Bye, dear."
As a matter of fact, Arthur thought his wife was completely right. But when you've got muggles involved with the Orb of Truth, you've got more trouble than a whole team of wizards can handle.
