Title: Designated Harbinger - chapter seven
Author: Lia
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: So far, none. In the future, possibly all HP books. Story starts in summer before CS.
Disclaimer: I do not own HP. J.K. Rowling does. I'm just playing in her universe. This story's plot, any characters, and things you don't recognize is mine. I'm not making any money.
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Here it is. Today's the day. 'God, I can't believe this. I'm really nervous.' Boxes littered my bedroom. Mom had planned this even really well. It was strange. After years of doing everything (well most things) the muggle way, she now reverts to doing thinks witch like. Dad had objected, but lost the argument. Our things will be moved to England the Wizarding way. It helped that Mom and us held dual citizenships in both countries.
Two weeks ago, shortly after my birthday, Mom tugged Dad into the office and let him have it. She'd tried, but with customs, freighting costs, and time constraints, she refused to move the Muggle way. It was just too difficult, costly, and time consuming. Dad argued, and lost. I agree with Mom. Instead of wasting lots of money and time, we'll pack and have the Rapid Movers Company do the rest. Everything, even the cars are coming. By the time we arrive at the house all our things should be delivered. Sometimes, there just is no better way than magic. This happened to be one of them.
Peter, I guess, didn't really think of it. The last couple of nights, he'd slept over at Ritchie's. That was good for a couple of reasons. One, it got him out of the way while we packed. Two, he got to spend time with his friend before we left. And, three, he wouldn't notice just how quickly everything had been moved. Ritchie's parents had agreed, fortunately. This was good, because that meant that we could talk about magic and psychics whenever.
Of, course this packing led to my current situation. My room, labeled a Disaster Area before, now looked more like a cyclone's playroom. I shake my head and grab a suitcase. Time to pack what I'll take by plane. You know, some things for the next couple of days. Clothes, some jewelry, a couple of books, bathroom stuff, etc. Dad had said that everything else had been arranged. 'I really didn't like the way his facial expression. He looked stressed. I think it's about all the use of magic. Though really, I don't see another way.'
Besides the moving company, we'll be breaking quite a few laws. 'Well, not really big ones, but still enough to make him jumpy.' The moving was just the biggest. There are also all the phony records, and permits. Mom Oblivated and implanted a few false memories in some people. She also cast a Dissimulo charm on the cats and papers. Dad really didn't like it, mostly on a moral stand point. Still, to get to England on time, there really wasn't any other way. Sassy and Tobin had to have some permits and health records to get thru customs without being put in quarantine. My cat's coming to Hogwarts with me and, anyway, there is no way I'd put her into quarantine for six months. Tobin's our other cat. He's Dad's Havana Brown, older than Sassy, with chocolate colored fur and emerald eyes. Together they make quite the pair looks and character-wise.
Stormy, my Mom's Peregrine Falcon, is just going to fly over to England without any papers. Then she'll be issued a fake registration courtesy of Mom and the Muggle Relations Department at the Ministry. Normally, she wouldn't bother, but Dad said that, "Since we're living in a Muggle neighborhood, it'd be best for him to be registered in case he's spotted or ever caught." She'd grumbled that Stormy was too smart for that, but caved, not wanting anything to happen to him. He flew off just yesterday.
I kept packing. My CD player and CDs, cassette player and cassettes, some magazines, a book, and my birthday presents all went in a carryon. The presents had been unusual this year, even Peter's (though he did have some help). When he was at DC's National Museum of Natural Science's gift shop, he and Dad picked out this pretty little teardrop-shaped amber pendent with an insect trapped inside. Peter, of course liked the bug. Dad had steered him towards that one for a couple of reasons. That one was picked because its frequency is compatibility with mine. I don't know how he chose it, but he felt it would be good for me. Amber is used to help with luck, healing, protection, and love. This one has a strong protection vibe to it. 'Is this his way of saying I'm going to need extra protection?' Then again, it was also cute, and maybe he thought a girl would like jewelry instead of slime or something else Peter might of bought me.
Dad's gift to me was a set of circle stones. They were placed in this polished ebony case with a shelf setting inside for jewelry (or money, or whatever else I decide). My favorite gift was Mom's. She went to Gazwick's Odds and Ends in Graiae Market and bought me an Anti-[Anti- Muggle] Spell Negater/Converter. Seems that Wizarding Schools don't allow Muggle devises to work, because of a spell placed there for security reasons. Well, students made a huge uproar about it in the US, so it was invented and allowed. The converter only works in a limited distance, but will turn magic to electricity and allow muggle items to work within that small amount of space. That means that while I can't use a telephone or radio, I can use a flashlight, and my CD & tape players. Problem is that it was expensive and probably illegal at Hogwarts, so she warned me to always have the curtains drawn whenever I use it. The only reason she bought one was because Dad had recorded a dozen tapes with lessons and guided meditations for me to use. Well, I'm not objecting. Now, I have a way of listening to my music. She also got me a watch that looks normal, but flip up the lid, and it's digital. It has an alarm that vibrates, a calculator, stopwatch, and tells the date. 'Must not want me to be late to class, or sleep in,' I thought already planning to wear it in my sleep. Everything would have been just super if not for my parents telling me not to expect much for Christmas this year.
So, there I was packed, nervous, and ready. After fidgeting for a couple of minutes, Mom came in. "Jess, you ready? The taxi will be here in 20 minutes. We have to load it, pick up your brother, and head to Dulles airport soon," she said looking me over. Dressed casually, I was prepared to be comfortable for our long flight. A suitcase and carryon was at my feet. Mom was wearing cream pants, a blue scooped neck shirt, and tennis shoes. "Yeah, ready," I smiled nervously. Mom mussed up my hair a bit. "Don't worry. The trip will be fine. Not as safe as Porting, but good." I gulped. 'Didn't even think about the flight yet. Hope it's better than Porting or Flooing. Almost fainted when Mom and I used them two weeks ago.'
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(On flight 236 over England)
I awoke to the plane shaking. Eyes opened to the beige room and my mother leaning over me. 'No, not the plane. I'm shaking,' I thought tiredly blinking rapidly. "Time to wake up, Jess. Wake your brother up. We're landing soon," Mom said still shaking my shoulder. I nodded mutely, too tired to think, and turn to the seat next to me to wake Peter. We were on the overnight flight from DC to London. From across the aisle I could see the daylight coming through a window. It was about six thirty in the morning. Way too early for this with only the couple of hours sleep we'd received.
"Hey, Pete. Wake up! Wakie, wakie," I jiggled my brother's arm. The only response was some mumbling. Unfortunately for me, he's a deep sleeper. He also looks really cute when asleep. "Come on, Peter. Oh, look! There's a dog!," I said. His eyes opened as he looked around in sleepy excitement. "Where? Huh? A dog? Where is it, Jess?," he asked. I smiled sadly, "Sorry, no dog. It's time to wake up! We're landing soon." "Oh, can I go back to sleep?," he gave me his begging face. I rolled my eyes, "Nope. Maybe later. Wake Dad up."
Peter gave up and twisted in his seat to wake Dad up. We had all gotten seats together in the middle of the plane, seating from left to right: Mom, me, Peter, and Dad. Dad's head was tilted to the side. Looked like he was drooling a bit, too. He's as hard to wake as my brother; so by the time he's up Peter will be wide awake. Maybe we can take a nap later. "This is the captain speaking. We are now approaching Heathrow. Please put your seats in the upright position and buckle up. We hope you've enjoyed flying with United Airlines," was announced over the intercom speakers. The end of our journey was just beginning.
The next series of events whirled by. We landed, my ears popping as we descended. Then there was the mad shuffling out of our seats, grabbing of our carry-ons, and the slow wait for the line to inch out of the plane. Arrivals at terminal three were located on the left at the north end of the building on the ground floor. Mom kept a tight hold of Peter as we flowed with the crowd towards the red and green customs channels. It was a good thing she had a firm grip on him because for six forty-five in the morning the place sure was packed. Dad got a baggage trolley and we picked up our luggage from the conveyor belt. People quickly got their bags and left.
Peter and I were leaning against the trolley tiredly as we waited for our cats to arrive. Since they were life cargo, they were placed in the pressurized and climate controlled part of storage on the plane. I guess they couldn't just throw the carrier onto a conveyor belt like the rest of the luggage. There was the reason we didn't pack any breakables. About twenty minutes after most of the area cleared, a uniformed man appeared with the rest of our family. Yep, our little kitties were nice and asleep thanks to some of Mom's magic (somnicolosus was the spell, I think). They didn't appear troubled at all. Dad showed the man some identification and signed some forms, before Mom could take the cats' carrier. Finally, after some more paper flashing and signatures we got through customs with little hassle. Dad rented a standard sized car. We loaded up, and left for our new home.
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Dad drove us towards our new house. It was strange. We seemed to be on the wrong side of the street, the lines on the road were different, the passing houses, and even the plants looked weird. I suddenly felt really alone and extremely grateful that my family decided to move with me. Imagine being in this strange country by myself? Did Mom really grow up around all this? 'Well, not this, I guess. She grew up a witch and they live differently.'
He pulled in the drive of a cottage surrounded by some trees and a nice size piece of lawn. Mom turned toward us, "Now, remember to be polite. Your Great Uncle Thomas should be here to hand over the keys. It's been a couple of years since you've seen him." I nodded, remembering him faintly. "Who's Great Uncle Thomas?," Peter asked me softly. Leaning closer I told him, "He's Dad's uncle. Dad's dad's younger brother if that makes any since." He still looked confused and slightly nervous. "He's a little weird, but nice. At least he was three years ago," I shrugged.
We stopped and got out of the car. The house looked nice. Grey siding, white trim, with a brown roof, two leveled English cottage. There was another car parked in the driveway. It was really red and tiny which made me smile and get the urge to look around for clowns. Mom knocked on the door as Dad took out the luggage. I grabbed the cats' carrier. An older man opened the door, embraced Mom, and headed to help Dad after greeting us hurriedly. He was older than my parents, by maybe ten or so years.
"There, all out," the man said brushing his hands together. He peered at Peter and me with warm brown eyes framed by gold wire glasses. "Well, well haven't you children grown. Why the last time I saw a little girl and a toddler, but here is a young lady and a big lad," Uncle Thomas said and mussed up Peter's hair with affection. Dad smiled, "It's great to see you again Uncle." Thomas shook his head and said, "Could of visited more often you know, but I don't get off from work very often." "What do you do?," asked Peter curiously. "I'm a doctor, my boy. Now let's explore this new house, already. We'll be able to see each other more often now with you live so close to London," he told us before taking a piece of luggage and heading for the entrance of the house.
I looked around. Even knowing that Mom employed a magical moving company, I was surprised that the furniture had already arrived here. "Must be your doing, eh, Marie? Only you could get movers to work this fast," Uncle Thomas said lips twisted up in a small smile. Mom just smirked a bit, "Well, you know I always choose the best." He laughed, "I know that too." He was looking at Dad who just smiled.
I examined my Great Uncle Thomas who started insisting we call him Uncle Tom. He looked slightly like Dad. His hair was lighter with a tinge of gray and had brown eyes instead of hazel. Nevertheless, they were close in height and their face structure was similar. The aura he had was nice as well, though weighed down a bit, probably from responsibilities he held. When he caught me staring, I looked away embarrassed, but he just smiled knowingly and continued giving us the tour.
There were two bedrooms and a bath upstairs, a loft, and attic storage space. Downstairs there was my parent's bedroom and bath, living room, library, a kitchen with an attached dinning room, and a laundry room. Uncle Tom told us that there was a detached garage by the side of the house and an old barn not to far away on the property. Dad started talking to Uncle about converting the barn into his new workshop while the rest of us started putting some things away. Even though everything had been delivered, it didn't mean that everything was already arranged. We still had a lot of moving about to do.
After an hours work Mom noticed that Peter was yawning. She noticed me getting sleepy too, so she told us to go into the master bedroom and take a short nap. Dad was going to drop off the rental car with Uncle Tom following him in order get a ride back here. Not arguing with her at all, I led Peter and we both fell onto the mattress in the bedroom. Before falling asleep, the light caught on my bracelet making the new charm shine. Just a week ago, Mom and Dad gave Christy and me a charm each. They were both small clear quartz crystals. Dad told us that they were both cut from the same stone. They wanted to put something on the bracelet that was both the same to each of us. I didn't notice it then, but now, just as I was falling asleep, I couldn't help but think how similar the crystal was to the one on my vision quest.
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Well, there's the chapter. Now we're at the beginning of August and in England. Hope you liked.
Every couple of posts, I'll get someone to edit my work. Then I'll change some of the more obvious mistakes. When the whole story's done, I'll ask my Dad to proofread. I don't want them to do it now until it's online, or I'll get frustrated.
If you like, please review. I'm a relatively new writer. Give me some encouragement, people!
Author: Lia
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: So far, none. In the future, possibly all HP books. Story starts in summer before CS.
Disclaimer: I do not own HP. J.K. Rowling does. I'm just playing in her universe. This story's plot, any characters, and things you don't recognize is mine. I'm not making any money.
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Here it is. Today's the day. 'God, I can't believe this. I'm really nervous.' Boxes littered my bedroom. Mom had planned this even really well. It was strange. After years of doing everything (well most things) the muggle way, she now reverts to doing thinks witch like. Dad had objected, but lost the argument. Our things will be moved to England the Wizarding way. It helped that Mom and us held dual citizenships in both countries.
Two weeks ago, shortly after my birthday, Mom tugged Dad into the office and let him have it. She'd tried, but with customs, freighting costs, and time constraints, she refused to move the Muggle way. It was just too difficult, costly, and time consuming. Dad argued, and lost. I agree with Mom. Instead of wasting lots of money and time, we'll pack and have the Rapid Movers Company do the rest. Everything, even the cars are coming. By the time we arrive at the house all our things should be delivered. Sometimes, there just is no better way than magic. This happened to be one of them.
Peter, I guess, didn't really think of it. The last couple of nights, he'd slept over at Ritchie's. That was good for a couple of reasons. One, it got him out of the way while we packed. Two, he got to spend time with his friend before we left. And, three, he wouldn't notice just how quickly everything had been moved. Ritchie's parents had agreed, fortunately. This was good, because that meant that we could talk about magic and psychics whenever.
Of, course this packing led to my current situation. My room, labeled a Disaster Area before, now looked more like a cyclone's playroom. I shake my head and grab a suitcase. Time to pack what I'll take by plane. You know, some things for the next couple of days. Clothes, some jewelry, a couple of books, bathroom stuff, etc. Dad had said that everything else had been arranged. 'I really didn't like the way his facial expression. He looked stressed. I think it's about all the use of magic. Though really, I don't see another way.'
Besides the moving company, we'll be breaking quite a few laws. 'Well, not really big ones, but still enough to make him jumpy.' The moving was just the biggest. There are also all the phony records, and permits. Mom Oblivated and implanted a few false memories in some people. She also cast a Dissimulo charm on the cats and papers. Dad really didn't like it, mostly on a moral stand point. Still, to get to England on time, there really wasn't any other way. Sassy and Tobin had to have some permits and health records to get thru customs without being put in quarantine. My cat's coming to Hogwarts with me and, anyway, there is no way I'd put her into quarantine for six months. Tobin's our other cat. He's Dad's Havana Brown, older than Sassy, with chocolate colored fur and emerald eyes. Together they make quite the pair looks and character-wise.
Stormy, my Mom's Peregrine Falcon, is just going to fly over to England without any papers. Then she'll be issued a fake registration courtesy of Mom and the Muggle Relations Department at the Ministry. Normally, she wouldn't bother, but Dad said that, "Since we're living in a Muggle neighborhood, it'd be best for him to be registered in case he's spotted or ever caught." She'd grumbled that Stormy was too smart for that, but caved, not wanting anything to happen to him. He flew off just yesterday.
I kept packing. My CD player and CDs, cassette player and cassettes, some magazines, a book, and my birthday presents all went in a carryon. The presents had been unusual this year, even Peter's (though he did have some help). When he was at DC's National Museum of Natural Science's gift shop, he and Dad picked out this pretty little teardrop-shaped amber pendent with an insect trapped inside. Peter, of course liked the bug. Dad had steered him towards that one for a couple of reasons. That one was picked because its frequency is compatibility with mine. I don't know how he chose it, but he felt it would be good for me. Amber is used to help with luck, healing, protection, and love. This one has a strong protection vibe to it. 'Is this his way of saying I'm going to need extra protection?' Then again, it was also cute, and maybe he thought a girl would like jewelry instead of slime or something else Peter might of bought me.
Dad's gift to me was a set of circle stones. They were placed in this polished ebony case with a shelf setting inside for jewelry (or money, or whatever else I decide). My favorite gift was Mom's. She went to Gazwick's Odds and Ends in Graiae Market and bought me an Anti-[Anti- Muggle] Spell Negater/Converter. Seems that Wizarding Schools don't allow Muggle devises to work, because of a spell placed there for security reasons. Well, students made a huge uproar about it in the US, so it was invented and allowed. The converter only works in a limited distance, but will turn magic to electricity and allow muggle items to work within that small amount of space. That means that while I can't use a telephone or radio, I can use a flashlight, and my CD & tape players. Problem is that it was expensive and probably illegal at Hogwarts, so she warned me to always have the curtains drawn whenever I use it. The only reason she bought one was because Dad had recorded a dozen tapes with lessons and guided meditations for me to use. Well, I'm not objecting. Now, I have a way of listening to my music. She also got me a watch that looks normal, but flip up the lid, and it's digital. It has an alarm that vibrates, a calculator, stopwatch, and tells the date. 'Must not want me to be late to class, or sleep in,' I thought already planning to wear it in my sleep. Everything would have been just super if not for my parents telling me not to expect much for Christmas this year.
So, there I was packed, nervous, and ready. After fidgeting for a couple of minutes, Mom came in. "Jess, you ready? The taxi will be here in 20 minutes. We have to load it, pick up your brother, and head to Dulles airport soon," she said looking me over. Dressed casually, I was prepared to be comfortable for our long flight. A suitcase and carryon was at my feet. Mom was wearing cream pants, a blue scooped neck shirt, and tennis shoes. "Yeah, ready," I smiled nervously. Mom mussed up my hair a bit. "Don't worry. The trip will be fine. Not as safe as Porting, but good." I gulped. 'Didn't even think about the flight yet. Hope it's better than Porting or Flooing. Almost fainted when Mom and I used them two weeks ago.'
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(On flight 236 over England)
I awoke to the plane shaking. Eyes opened to the beige room and my mother leaning over me. 'No, not the plane. I'm shaking,' I thought tiredly blinking rapidly. "Time to wake up, Jess. Wake your brother up. We're landing soon," Mom said still shaking my shoulder. I nodded mutely, too tired to think, and turn to the seat next to me to wake Peter. We were on the overnight flight from DC to London. From across the aisle I could see the daylight coming through a window. It was about six thirty in the morning. Way too early for this with only the couple of hours sleep we'd received.
"Hey, Pete. Wake up! Wakie, wakie," I jiggled my brother's arm. The only response was some mumbling. Unfortunately for me, he's a deep sleeper. He also looks really cute when asleep. "Come on, Peter. Oh, look! There's a dog!," I said. His eyes opened as he looked around in sleepy excitement. "Where? Huh? A dog? Where is it, Jess?," he asked. I smiled sadly, "Sorry, no dog. It's time to wake up! We're landing soon." "Oh, can I go back to sleep?," he gave me his begging face. I rolled my eyes, "Nope. Maybe later. Wake Dad up."
Peter gave up and twisted in his seat to wake Dad up. We had all gotten seats together in the middle of the plane, seating from left to right: Mom, me, Peter, and Dad. Dad's head was tilted to the side. Looked like he was drooling a bit, too. He's as hard to wake as my brother; so by the time he's up Peter will be wide awake. Maybe we can take a nap later. "This is the captain speaking. We are now approaching Heathrow. Please put your seats in the upright position and buckle up. We hope you've enjoyed flying with United Airlines," was announced over the intercom speakers. The end of our journey was just beginning.
The next series of events whirled by. We landed, my ears popping as we descended. Then there was the mad shuffling out of our seats, grabbing of our carry-ons, and the slow wait for the line to inch out of the plane. Arrivals at terminal three were located on the left at the north end of the building on the ground floor. Mom kept a tight hold of Peter as we flowed with the crowd towards the red and green customs channels. It was a good thing she had a firm grip on him because for six forty-five in the morning the place sure was packed. Dad got a baggage trolley and we picked up our luggage from the conveyor belt. People quickly got their bags and left.
Peter and I were leaning against the trolley tiredly as we waited for our cats to arrive. Since they were life cargo, they were placed in the pressurized and climate controlled part of storage on the plane. I guess they couldn't just throw the carrier onto a conveyor belt like the rest of the luggage. There was the reason we didn't pack any breakables. About twenty minutes after most of the area cleared, a uniformed man appeared with the rest of our family. Yep, our little kitties were nice and asleep thanks to some of Mom's magic (somnicolosus was the spell, I think). They didn't appear troubled at all. Dad showed the man some identification and signed some forms, before Mom could take the cats' carrier. Finally, after some more paper flashing and signatures we got through customs with little hassle. Dad rented a standard sized car. We loaded up, and left for our new home.
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Dad drove us towards our new house. It was strange. We seemed to be on the wrong side of the street, the lines on the road were different, the passing houses, and even the plants looked weird. I suddenly felt really alone and extremely grateful that my family decided to move with me. Imagine being in this strange country by myself? Did Mom really grow up around all this? 'Well, not this, I guess. She grew up a witch and they live differently.'
He pulled in the drive of a cottage surrounded by some trees and a nice size piece of lawn. Mom turned toward us, "Now, remember to be polite. Your Great Uncle Thomas should be here to hand over the keys. It's been a couple of years since you've seen him." I nodded, remembering him faintly. "Who's Great Uncle Thomas?," Peter asked me softly. Leaning closer I told him, "He's Dad's uncle. Dad's dad's younger brother if that makes any since." He still looked confused and slightly nervous. "He's a little weird, but nice. At least he was three years ago," I shrugged.
We stopped and got out of the car. The house looked nice. Grey siding, white trim, with a brown roof, two leveled English cottage. There was another car parked in the driveway. It was really red and tiny which made me smile and get the urge to look around for clowns. Mom knocked on the door as Dad took out the luggage. I grabbed the cats' carrier. An older man opened the door, embraced Mom, and headed to help Dad after greeting us hurriedly. He was older than my parents, by maybe ten or so years.
"There, all out," the man said brushing his hands together. He peered at Peter and me with warm brown eyes framed by gold wire glasses. "Well, well haven't you children grown. Why the last time I saw a little girl and a toddler, but here is a young lady and a big lad," Uncle Thomas said and mussed up Peter's hair with affection. Dad smiled, "It's great to see you again Uncle." Thomas shook his head and said, "Could of visited more often you know, but I don't get off from work very often." "What do you do?," asked Peter curiously. "I'm a doctor, my boy. Now let's explore this new house, already. We'll be able to see each other more often now with you live so close to London," he told us before taking a piece of luggage and heading for the entrance of the house.
I looked around. Even knowing that Mom employed a magical moving company, I was surprised that the furniture had already arrived here. "Must be your doing, eh, Marie? Only you could get movers to work this fast," Uncle Thomas said lips twisted up in a small smile. Mom just smirked a bit, "Well, you know I always choose the best." He laughed, "I know that too." He was looking at Dad who just smiled.
I examined my Great Uncle Thomas who started insisting we call him Uncle Tom. He looked slightly like Dad. His hair was lighter with a tinge of gray and had brown eyes instead of hazel. Nevertheless, they were close in height and their face structure was similar. The aura he had was nice as well, though weighed down a bit, probably from responsibilities he held. When he caught me staring, I looked away embarrassed, but he just smiled knowingly and continued giving us the tour.
There were two bedrooms and a bath upstairs, a loft, and attic storage space. Downstairs there was my parent's bedroom and bath, living room, library, a kitchen with an attached dinning room, and a laundry room. Uncle Tom told us that there was a detached garage by the side of the house and an old barn not to far away on the property. Dad started talking to Uncle about converting the barn into his new workshop while the rest of us started putting some things away. Even though everything had been delivered, it didn't mean that everything was already arranged. We still had a lot of moving about to do.
After an hours work Mom noticed that Peter was yawning. She noticed me getting sleepy too, so she told us to go into the master bedroom and take a short nap. Dad was going to drop off the rental car with Uncle Tom following him in order get a ride back here. Not arguing with her at all, I led Peter and we both fell onto the mattress in the bedroom. Before falling asleep, the light caught on my bracelet making the new charm shine. Just a week ago, Mom and Dad gave Christy and me a charm each. They were both small clear quartz crystals. Dad told us that they were both cut from the same stone. They wanted to put something on the bracelet that was both the same to each of us. I didn't notice it then, but now, just as I was falling asleep, I couldn't help but think how similar the crystal was to the one on my vision quest.
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Well, there's the chapter. Now we're at the beginning of August and in England. Hope you liked.
Every couple of posts, I'll get someone to edit my work. Then I'll change some of the more obvious mistakes. When the whole story's done, I'll ask my Dad to proofread. I don't want them to do it now until it's online, or I'll get frustrated.
If you like, please review. I'm a relatively new writer. Give me some encouragement, people!