Dream Come True
Chapter Three: Dumbledore
Jennie rushed into the plane, gasping for breath. As she stared at the rapidly enlarging picture of the security guard in pursuing her, she whispered "Slophendia!". Her second power was now in use. It goes along with seeing the future, to be able to change it. Mind Control. By uttering that word, she was able to enter the mind of our friend, the security guard. "Go Back. You never saw a girl and/or chased after her. You need a break, go buy yourself a doughnut." Jennie willed softly switching her attention from the befuddled and happily ambling away security guard, and to the Flight Attendant. "Close the door. Nothing out of the ordinary happened today at all." Why not? The spell was already cast, and she could never be too careful.
Jennie released the hold on her power as she sought out her seat, and slumped into it. Her eyes flickered closed. A little nap couldn't hurt. At least she wouldn't be anywhere near the Gulf of Mexico.
Jennie was awoken by the Flight Attendant in once they'd landed, to board her connecting flight. It was already 6:00 p.m.
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The transition went smoothly and she was now seated in the plane, reading the evening edition of the newspaper. A surprising article caught her eye, "Plane Crash Kills 250 People". Just like in her vision, this enticed her to read on, and gave her a feeling of nervousness.
" 12:55 p.m, a South West airplane went down over the Gulf of Mexico. No one survived the fatal crash. The source of this crash was a leak in the gas tank, combined with the air pressure. It soon exploded, with no land in sight, they all awaited certain doom. Did someone know about this malfunction? Did someone plan it? Is this another terrorist attack on the American community? We interviewed a man who hurriedly attempted to sell his ticket back to the airlines, minutes before the take off. The cashier was suspicious of his urgency. His name was Lloyd Baringer.
What caused you to feel the need to sell your ticket back?
LB: Um...I didn't 'feel the need' to go on my trip any longer.
Were you aware of the plane's malfunction?
LB: No...Well, not right away.
How did you find out?
LB: A girl told me.
And you listened?
LB: Yes.
Why?
LB: Um..Well, I guess that she just seemed to know. An air about her warned me to listen to her. Just something about her, I guess.
What was she like?
LB: Well, she was kind of tall- maybe 5'7. She had long black hair, green eyes. She looked like she was maybe 16.
Do you know who she is?
LB: Nope.
What could lead you to trust a kid?
LB: I dunno. I already told you that. She was a w- I mean she, was eh . . . whipped. She looked tired. But other than that. Her attitude, and worry were all the convincing I needed. I'm afraid of planes to begin with.
Both the Flight Attendant on the suspected flight of the girl did not recall her, and the Security Guard that Baringer said to have chased her did not recall her either.
Our informant has also told the police about this potential suspect. They will be on the look out for her, and we will be doing a follow up story on this."
Maybe he saw her wand? Jennie groaned. There was probably no way that she could return to the US for a while, or at least until it blew over.
She smiled. She, Virgencina Garland had touched someone's life. The feeling of accomplishment overwhelmed her as she stared at the reflection of her rather plain, freckled face in the plane's window. She also got the feeling that her trip to London might not be so bad after all.
When Jennie finally arrived in London, she was greeted by a tall man, with a long, silvery beard flowing gently down his robes. His half moon spectacles sat perched upon his long nose. Somehow, Jennie automatically recognized the great man, "Dumbledore", who'd she had heard stories of. A confident twinkle in his eye rivaled the overwhelmed look in her own.
"Virgencina, I presume?" he asked as she approached, looking totally out of her element. She winced at her full name, "Yes...Um, Mr. Dumbledore?"
He smiled knowingly, "Welcome, Miss Garland, To England!" He motioned grandly to all the various shops and people. "Um... You can call me Jennie. And, England is...wow...big," Jennie grinned looking out a nearby window. Chuckling, he guided her to the baggage claim. "So- How do we get to this, eh... "'Order"'?" Jennie as she located her bag and lifted it from the rotating conveyor belt. "We could always use Floo. But, if we fly, I presume you'd get more of a feel for England, aye?" he whispered a smile in his eyes. "We can fly. I love to fly." Jennie beamed.
Chapter Three: Dumbledore
Jennie rushed into the plane, gasping for breath. As she stared at the rapidly enlarging picture of the security guard in pursuing her, she whispered "Slophendia!". Her second power was now in use. It goes along with seeing the future, to be able to change it. Mind Control. By uttering that word, she was able to enter the mind of our friend, the security guard. "Go Back. You never saw a girl and/or chased after her. You need a break, go buy yourself a doughnut." Jennie willed softly switching her attention from the befuddled and happily ambling away security guard, and to the Flight Attendant. "Close the door. Nothing out of the ordinary happened today at all." Why not? The spell was already cast, and she could never be too careful.
Jennie released the hold on her power as she sought out her seat, and slumped into it. Her eyes flickered closed. A little nap couldn't hurt. At least she wouldn't be anywhere near the Gulf of Mexico.
Jennie was awoken by the Flight Attendant in once they'd landed, to board her connecting flight. It was already 6:00 p.m.
~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*
The transition went smoothly and she was now seated in the plane, reading the evening edition of the newspaper. A surprising article caught her eye, "Plane Crash Kills 250 People". Just like in her vision, this enticed her to read on, and gave her a feeling of nervousness.
" 12:55 p.m, a South West airplane went down over the Gulf of Mexico. No one survived the fatal crash. The source of this crash was a leak in the gas tank, combined with the air pressure. It soon exploded, with no land in sight, they all awaited certain doom. Did someone know about this malfunction? Did someone plan it? Is this another terrorist attack on the American community? We interviewed a man who hurriedly attempted to sell his ticket back to the airlines, minutes before the take off. The cashier was suspicious of his urgency. His name was Lloyd Baringer.
What caused you to feel the need to sell your ticket back?
LB: Um...I didn't 'feel the need' to go on my trip any longer.
Were you aware of the plane's malfunction?
LB: No...Well, not right away.
How did you find out?
LB: A girl told me.
And you listened?
LB: Yes.
Why?
LB: Um..Well, I guess that she just seemed to know. An air about her warned me to listen to her. Just something about her, I guess.
What was she like?
LB: Well, she was kind of tall- maybe 5'7. She had long black hair, green eyes. She looked like she was maybe 16.
Do you know who she is?
LB: Nope.
What could lead you to trust a kid?
LB: I dunno. I already told you that. She was a w- I mean she, was eh . . . whipped. She looked tired. But other than that. Her attitude, and worry were all the convincing I needed. I'm afraid of planes to begin with.
Both the Flight Attendant on the suspected flight of the girl did not recall her, and the Security Guard that Baringer said to have chased her did not recall her either.
Our informant has also told the police about this potential suspect. They will be on the look out for her, and we will be doing a follow up story on this."
Maybe he saw her wand? Jennie groaned. There was probably no way that she could return to the US for a while, or at least until it blew over.
She smiled. She, Virgencina Garland had touched someone's life. The feeling of accomplishment overwhelmed her as she stared at the reflection of her rather plain, freckled face in the plane's window. She also got the feeling that her trip to London might not be so bad after all.
When Jennie finally arrived in London, she was greeted by a tall man, with a long, silvery beard flowing gently down his robes. His half moon spectacles sat perched upon his long nose. Somehow, Jennie automatically recognized the great man, "Dumbledore", who'd she had heard stories of. A confident twinkle in his eye rivaled the overwhelmed look in her own.
"Virgencina, I presume?" he asked as she approached, looking totally out of her element. She winced at her full name, "Yes...Um, Mr. Dumbledore?"
He smiled knowingly, "Welcome, Miss Garland, To England!" He motioned grandly to all the various shops and people. "Um... You can call me Jennie. And, England is...wow...big," Jennie grinned looking out a nearby window. Chuckling, he guided her to the baggage claim. "So- How do we get to this, eh... "'Order"'?" Jennie as she located her bag and lifted it from the rotating conveyor belt. "We could always use Floo. But, if we fly, I presume you'd get more of a feel for England, aye?" he whispered a smile in his eyes. "We can fly. I love to fly." Jennie beamed.