The Phone Booth
Chapter 2 - Part one
The next morning, a car pulled up before the garden and three uniformed men got out. They walked towards the phone booth casually.
It stood in the strong afternoon sun, gleaming with blinding streaks of light. It looked less spooky at this hour, as if no different from other ordinary ones.
The policemen were unaware of its rumors, and did what they were asked to do by the residents - to inspect it. They found it ridiculous to suspect a connection between a fire and a booth, but kept quiet.
One of them began scribbling on a notepad as soon as he got there. Then, one men tugged at the door handle. It refused to open. Another man joined him and pulled hard.
'BOOM!---' the door flew open and a explosion rocked the town. Thick fumes of white gas gushed out, harboring a horrible smell of dead and rotten rats and dung. The policemen laid silently, knocked out by the pungent fumes.
Several residents poked their heads out to see what disturbed the whole town. Some were screaming, and the others were either excited or laughing at the pitiful policemen.
Behind a nearby row of bush, two wizards were peeking with periscopes at the commotion.
'JAMIER! How could you use your stink bombs on these poor muggles?' Tom cried out. 'You could be punished for this you know?!'
'Nah! You've no sense of humor at all! Anyway, they won't get hurt or die from them!" He lay on the ground and slept.
When he woke up, it was already evening. Tom was immersed in reading a book called '101 spell everyone should know'. He grunted loudly and looked over the bushes with a periscope. No one around, he thought. Tom was muttering some commands of spells, but thankfully, he was not wielding his wand. He could still remember himself growing feathers, all thanks to Tom.
'I think it time for us to return, isn't it?' he asked.
'Uhm... okay, let's go now,' Tom stretched his tired legs and jumped to his feet.
'Dun show yourself! There could be spies!' Jamier pulled him down, under the cover of the bushes. Tom gave him a 'are-you-alright?' look. 'Just to be safe,' he answered his gaze.
Their hiding place was full of snack packets. Jamier shook his head wryly and waved his wand. All the litter was gone.
He turned aorind and found himself face to face with a living rubbish heap. 'Damn you,' a voice spoke under the layer of junk.
'...sorry...' Jamier said while he tried to hide his grin. He gave another wave with his wand and the skin of snack packets vanished.
They strode silently to the booth, careful not to let anyone know their presence. Tom flung open the door and dialed 234-567. Both of them held onto the receiver when he spun the wheel. Then, they disappeared.
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Lee and his gang was playing a card game called 'Blaster'. The winner was decided by the number of cards they had after an agreed time - the one who has the most is the winner, and the least, the loser.
They had agreed that the loser will have to enter the phone booth -alone.
'You've lost, Fred!' James sneered after a round of card counting. 'You know what you've to do now?'
Fred nodded slowly. 'Well...I don't really feel like going...'
'NO WAY!' the rest said all at once.
*************** To be continued... There will be chapter 2 -part two!
Chapter 2 - Part one
The next morning, a car pulled up before the garden and three uniformed men got out. They walked towards the phone booth casually.
It stood in the strong afternoon sun, gleaming with blinding streaks of light. It looked less spooky at this hour, as if no different from other ordinary ones.
The policemen were unaware of its rumors, and did what they were asked to do by the residents - to inspect it. They found it ridiculous to suspect a connection between a fire and a booth, but kept quiet.
One of them began scribbling on a notepad as soon as he got there. Then, one men tugged at the door handle. It refused to open. Another man joined him and pulled hard.
'BOOM!---' the door flew open and a explosion rocked the town. Thick fumes of white gas gushed out, harboring a horrible smell of dead and rotten rats and dung. The policemen laid silently, knocked out by the pungent fumes.
Several residents poked their heads out to see what disturbed the whole town. Some were screaming, and the others were either excited or laughing at the pitiful policemen.
Behind a nearby row of bush, two wizards were peeking with periscopes at the commotion.
'JAMIER! How could you use your stink bombs on these poor muggles?' Tom cried out. 'You could be punished for this you know?!'
'Nah! You've no sense of humor at all! Anyway, they won't get hurt or die from them!" He lay on the ground and slept.
When he woke up, it was already evening. Tom was immersed in reading a book called '101 spell everyone should know'. He grunted loudly and looked over the bushes with a periscope. No one around, he thought. Tom was muttering some commands of spells, but thankfully, he was not wielding his wand. He could still remember himself growing feathers, all thanks to Tom.
'I think it time for us to return, isn't it?' he asked.
'Uhm... okay, let's go now,' Tom stretched his tired legs and jumped to his feet.
'Dun show yourself! There could be spies!' Jamier pulled him down, under the cover of the bushes. Tom gave him a 'are-you-alright?' look. 'Just to be safe,' he answered his gaze.
Their hiding place was full of snack packets. Jamier shook his head wryly and waved his wand. All the litter was gone.
He turned aorind and found himself face to face with a living rubbish heap. 'Damn you,' a voice spoke under the layer of junk.
'...sorry...' Jamier said while he tried to hide his grin. He gave another wave with his wand and the skin of snack packets vanished.
They strode silently to the booth, careful not to let anyone know their presence. Tom flung open the door and dialed 234-567. Both of them held onto the receiver when he spun the wheel. Then, they disappeared.
**************
Lee and his gang was playing a card game called 'Blaster'. The winner was decided by the number of cards they had after an agreed time - the one who has the most is the winner, and the least, the loser.
They had agreed that the loser will have to enter the phone booth -alone.
'You've lost, Fred!' James sneered after a round of card counting. 'You know what you've to do now?'
Fred nodded slowly. 'Well...I don't really feel like going...'
'NO WAY!' the rest said all at once.
*************** To be continued... There will be chapter 2 -part two!