((Disclaimer: Do I really have to put one of these at the beginning of
every chapter?!? Sheesh. Okay, I do not own anything that J.K. Rowling
created, including the Weasleys I mentioned, did not mention, and will
mention in the future. I also don't own Harry Potter, Hermione Granger,
Oliver Wood, Draco Malfoy, Neville Longbottom... and the list goes on. Oh,
and I don't own Mrs. Norris, either, but I do have my own crazy cat here
with me!))
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Hypnotism
Chapter 3:
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When Aimee got out of school that day, she had all but forgotten about the psychic's warning. To stall for time, she stopped on her way home for a strawberry smoothie, a new Goo Goo Dolls CD, a pack of colored pencils, and a box of toothpicks. Once she had spent all her allowance, there was nothing to do but go back home and face her yelling parents. Maybe they'd be nicer about it if she offered them a toothpick...
After thirty seconds of being home, Aimee learned that a toothpick would certainly not help matters. Her parents were acting strangely, even for parents. Apparently the police had had a big effect on them, because they were in a furious daze. Aimee had to be interviewed by the officer at the house, so her parents left the room and whispered angrily to one another as they sat down to watch TV.
"So... How old are you, Miss?" the red-haired officer asked.
"Fourteen, sir."
"Why were you calling a psychic hotline if you knew you weren't old enough to?"
"My fr-I do it for fun sometimes, sir. It's sort of interesting."
"I see. Now, what exactly did Madame Sophie say to you?"
"She said... I can't remember exactly, sir."
"Well, if you can't remember, maybe you should come down to the station with me until you can remember. That was an awfully expensive or-crystal ball that went missing, and Madame is very upset over her loss." The officer started to stand up, but Aimee interrupted.
"Wait, wait! I think I can tell you sort of what she said! She said that," Aimee paused to think, "She said that I didn't have a soulmate and that she didn't see anything in her crystal ball."
"That's very nice, young lady, but we have reason to believe otherwise. Come with me and I'll explain, okay?"
"But that was the truth! I swear! Just don't take me to the police station; my parents'll kill me!"
Aimee felt bad arguing with the officer; he looked like a pretty nice guy. But all in all, she had herself and her social life to look after, not to mention her reputation. She'd never hear the end of all this at school...
"It's orders, miss. I'll tell your parents while you get in the car."
Aimee felt like crying, but she had no choice but to do what he said. She walked out of the house hanging her head in shame, and as she got into the car, she felt a single tear slip down her cheek.
A minute later, the officer walked out of the house and over to the car. He opened her door and asked her if she'd like to sit up front.
Aimee sniffed. "Why?"
"Well, the back is usually where the criminals sit. I thought it might cheer you up a bit to sit up with me."
She debated this for a while, and decided he was right. She unbuckled her seatbelt and slid out the opened door.
"Thanks," she whispered, drying her eyes.
He said nothing, only opening the other door for her. As she re-buckled her seatbelt, she saw a look of apology in his eyes. Of course, he probably didn't make teenage girls cry very often, so she could sort of see why. He shut the door she had gotten out of, circled around the car, and got into the driver's seat. He fastened his seatbelt and turned to her.
"Got a favorite radio station?" He grinned.
She wasn't going to let him off that easily. After all, Aimee was not one to cry. She shrugged her shoulders and looked out the window. Looking back at her house, she caught a glimpse of her parents standing together in the living room window. Aimee couldn't take it anymore, so she turned back and faced front.
The officer stepped on the gas, and they were on their way.
((A/N: Okay, guys. I'm going to write one more chapter for this, and if I don't get a review by then, I'm going to quit. I don't care if it's a flame, praise, or just a "hi"... I want to hear what you think! Oo; Errm.. Yeah.))
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Hypnotism
Chapter 3:
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When Aimee got out of school that day, she had all but forgotten about the psychic's warning. To stall for time, she stopped on her way home for a strawberry smoothie, a new Goo Goo Dolls CD, a pack of colored pencils, and a box of toothpicks. Once she had spent all her allowance, there was nothing to do but go back home and face her yelling parents. Maybe they'd be nicer about it if she offered them a toothpick...
After thirty seconds of being home, Aimee learned that a toothpick would certainly not help matters. Her parents were acting strangely, even for parents. Apparently the police had had a big effect on them, because they were in a furious daze. Aimee had to be interviewed by the officer at the house, so her parents left the room and whispered angrily to one another as they sat down to watch TV.
"So... How old are you, Miss?" the red-haired officer asked.
"Fourteen, sir."
"Why were you calling a psychic hotline if you knew you weren't old enough to?"
"My fr-I do it for fun sometimes, sir. It's sort of interesting."
"I see. Now, what exactly did Madame Sophie say to you?"
"She said... I can't remember exactly, sir."
"Well, if you can't remember, maybe you should come down to the station with me until you can remember. That was an awfully expensive or-crystal ball that went missing, and Madame is very upset over her loss." The officer started to stand up, but Aimee interrupted.
"Wait, wait! I think I can tell you sort of what she said! She said that," Aimee paused to think, "She said that I didn't have a soulmate and that she didn't see anything in her crystal ball."
"That's very nice, young lady, but we have reason to believe otherwise. Come with me and I'll explain, okay?"
"But that was the truth! I swear! Just don't take me to the police station; my parents'll kill me!"
Aimee felt bad arguing with the officer; he looked like a pretty nice guy. But all in all, she had herself and her social life to look after, not to mention her reputation. She'd never hear the end of all this at school...
"It's orders, miss. I'll tell your parents while you get in the car."
Aimee felt like crying, but she had no choice but to do what he said. She walked out of the house hanging her head in shame, and as she got into the car, she felt a single tear slip down her cheek.
A minute later, the officer walked out of the house and over to the car. He opened her door and asked her if she'd like to sit up front.
Aimee sniffed. "Why?"
"Well, the back is usually where the criminals sit. I thought it might cheer you up a bit to sit up with me."
She debated this for a while, and decided he was right. She unbuckled her seatbelt and slid out the opened door.
"Thanks," she whispered, drying her eyes.
He said nothing, only opening the other door for her. As she re-buckled her seatbelt, she saw a look of apology in his eyes. Of course, he probably didn't make teenage girls cry very often, so she could sort of see why. He shut the door she had gotten out of, circled around the car, and got into the driver's seat. He fastened his seatbelt and turned to her.
"Got a favorite radio station?" He grinned.
She wasn't going to let him off that easily. After all, Aimee was not one to cry. She shrugged her shoulders and looked out the window. Looking back at her house, she caught a glimpse of her parents standing together in the living room window. Aimee couldn't take it anymore, so she turned back and faced front.
The officer stepped on the gas, and they were on their way.
((A/N: Okay, guys. I'm going to write one more chapter for this, and if I don't get a review by then, I'm going to quit. I don't care if it's a flame, praise, or just a "hi"... I want to hear what you think! Oo; Errm.. Yeah.))
