For a moment, nothing happened and the full feeling was freed from her mind. She thought she had beaten The Emerald Curse. Suddenly, the amulet chain tightened and began to squeeze tightly on her throat. She tried to pull it off as it dug into her skin but it was much too strong. She trashed about the place, gasping for air, wrenching and choking.

"The old man must DIE!’’ screamed Alys.

"Arrrrrgh!’’ croaked Heather, pleading for Alys to stop.

  
Somewhere in this chapter:

“Mark?” MJ said with a worrisome tone in her voice.

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay?”

“I'm having a few cramps this morning but it is natural after all I ate last night, other than that I feel fine, why?”

"You are in danger, Harry Potter, but from yourself."

Crystaline

[This is a whateley academy fan fiction, it may or may not match cannon timeline characters etc.]

Somewhere in this chapter:

“What do you have against the color pink?”

“It's too girly.”

“And?”

“That's it. I am a guy. Guys don't like pink.”

“Well, I don't see that being a problem for much longer.”

Previously:
 
I guess I couldn't deny it anymore, I really am a mutant and apparently one with some cool powers, now if only they weren’t pink... I knew I should have stayed in bed.
  

The little girl with the auburn pigtails moved silently down the passage in the dark tower keep. She was noticably small.

Actually she is full grown its just that she is a gnome. She is dress all in dark leather that is well oiled. Her intent is simple she is hungry and she knows that the mage of this tower has some food. Not that conjured food like her sister makes. Its ok has no taste and you get hungry again after awhile. No real food like fresh sweetened goats milk, or Roasted talibuk. The thoughts of such foods made her almost drool.

Brose at The Center

by Jennifer Sue

Part 10

Brose at The Center

by Jennifer Sue

Part 8