Cat: Someone requested a Cornelia chapter, so here it is. But I'm also including the second half of the first Will/officer conversation, and that bit's funnier. Also, sorry for the long delay again. I was in Boston, but I do have several more chapters already written, so they should be up soon.
Disclaimer: While I was gone I acquired a Harvard T-Shirt. I did not acquire W.I.T.C.H. Translation: I don't own it.
Cornelia was sitting on the hammock that was strung between two oak trees that resided in her backyard. It was a very big yard, to match the very big house that she shared with her parents and little sister. One of the two trees housed a family of blackbirds which were currently chirping happily in the warm sun. A couple fluffy clouds skittered across the sky, and the very air was heavy with calm.
Cornelia sighed and leaned back in the hammock, closing her eyes gently.
Without warning, something lumpy and rough collided with her stomach. Cornelia's eyes shot open and a scream escaped her throat as she beheld the abomination before her.
It was green, short, bumpy, and strongly resembled a very plump frog. It grinned apologetically at her with an overlarge mouth. Cornelia came out of her state of shock, and pushed him off of her. The creature hit the ground running, and was gone before Cornelia's scream fetched her mother.
"What's the matter honey?" the woman wondered.
"There was a….a….THING!" Cornelia pointed desperately in the direction that the 'thing' had run.
"There's nothing there. Just calm down. It must have been a dream." Her mother said soothingly.
"But it wasn't!" Cornelia argued. Her mother just shook her head. Cornelia stomped her foot in frustration and grumbled to herself as she stormed off.
"There's another planet besides Earth called Meteamoore and it was ruled by an evil prince so someone put a veil between the two planets, don't ask me who, to keep him out of Earth. But the veil broke so me, Cornelia, Taranee, Hay Lin, and Irma had to fix the holes, but then we found out that Phobos, the evil prince guy, wasn't the real ruler. So then we had to help get Elyon on the throne because she was really supposed to be in charge. There was like this huge fight between Phobos and his goons and Elyon, us, and the Metamoorian rebels. Taranee got suffocated by giant evil turtles, Irma got hit in the head by Frost, he's a blue tracker guy who kept trying to kill us, and Hay Lin fell fifty feet after getting attacked by Cedric, who was Phobos' right hand scaly guy. But then Phobos was beaten by Elyon's magic and me and Cornelia came back here. But all the parents were mad at us, I guess because we came back and Taranee, hay Lin, and Irma didn't. Anyway, Cornelia and her family moved to Metamoore so she could be with her best friend, and I moved here."
Will paused. She had delivered that entire speech very quickly, and all in one breath (A/N if you didn't read it that way, GO BACK!). Mark and Haylie were staring, mouths agape. Haylie had even forgotten to take notes. No one said anything for a while. But Will flopped back down into her seat.
"Are you serious?" Haylie asked finally. Will nodded. "That's your story?" Will nodded again. "And you're going to stick to it?" Will nodded again, this time slightly irritably.
They didn't believe her.
"Oh God she's crazy." Haylie muttered, perfectly audibly.
"I knew you wouldn't believe me." Will said despondently.
"Do you have any proof?" Mark asked. Will brightened slightly.
"My refrigerator talks." She offered. Mark blinked stupidly. Haylie was writing even more franticly then before, probably to make up for lost time. "Don't you James?"
"Most certainly Miss." The appliance replied agreeably. Haylie didn't even look up from her notepad, though Mark was staring openly.
"Yes. Right. Does anything else talk?" Haylie asked absently.
"Well, I used to talk to my printer, but he hasn't been the same since my laptop died a couple months ago. Um, my cell phone's pretty talkative. Usually." Will produced the object and asked it please please say something.
The cell was silent a moment and then said something that Mrs. Vandom wouldn't have approved of. Will blushed violently, shook the phone hard, and shoved it back into her pocket.
"Sorry about that. She isn't always very nice."
"Apparently." Mark said. Haylie gave a little nod and continued writing.
"Tap recorded voices." She said. "Anything else?"
"What? They aren't tape recorded. And…and there is something else." Will said. At this point she had to make the officers believe her story or get shipped off to a rubber room.
Holding out her right hand, she summoned forth the pink magic that she was known for. Lights danced around the kitchen, and a moment later Will was holding the Hart of Candracar in her open palm.
At this, Haylie looked up. She leaned over to inspect the object carefully. "You used this to, what was it…," she consulted her notes, "Oh yes, fix a veil?" Will nodded.
Haylie stood sharply. "Very well." She closed her notebook with a snap. Mark stood too, and nodded in Will's direction.
"Goodbye Miss." He said and the officers excited, leaving Will feeling as though they may actually have believed her.
Cat: Will is very naive, isn't she?
Rae: Yup.
Eagle: Hey Cat, let me save you some trouble. I'll tell them to review myself.
Cat: Thank you.
Eagle: REVIEW!
