so, as I'm sure everyone knows, Emma Watson is age 21. This story, therefor, does not break any rules. Also, this is in no way a comment on her acting, as I think she's great, however it was the easiest story premise I could come up with.
Emma Watson was on her break, and she was thirsty. She went to a vending machine in order to get a Dr. Pepper, wearing her hogwarts school uniform costume. She walked up to the nearest machine and put in a dollar. Suddenly, someone shouted something in a bizarre language, and she felt her ticklish tummy being tickled. Was that a spell? she had time to think, before she fell to the floor in ticklish agony.
"Get her!" a man dressed as a death eater said, and, as she squirmed uncontrollably while giggling, two more "death eaters" approached her with a straitjacket. Because she was so ticklish, there was nothing she could do as they put her in the straitjacket and buckled her in tightly.
One of them picked her up and there was a loud Crack as they...apparated? Suddenly they were in a dark room and the tickling had stopped. She pulled at the straitjacket, but to no avail. "What's going on here?" she asked. One of the death eaters turned around and removed his hood and mask. It was Lord Voldemort himself. Except...that wasn't right, he didn't exist.
"Haha, very funny," she said, thinking this was a joke. "Now will you let me go?" she asked plaintively. "You aren't going anywhere." said Voldemort. "For years, we have watched you make a disgrace of wizards and witches, even a mockery of our world. We want you to stop." Emma Watson thought for a moment. "Stop?" she asked. "What do you mean by that?"
"We want you to give up on acting in the harry potter movies." Said Voldemort. "That's not happening," said Emma. "We thought you might say that," said Voldemort. He motioned for the other death eaters to leave the room. Then, he said a word and waved his wand at Emma. How ridiculous, she thought, Does he think it will actually do something? Suddenly she felt tickling just as bad as before, this time on her feet inside her shoes. She squirmed uncontrollably and stomped her shoes on the ground, trying to stop the tickling. She pulled at the straitjacket, and couldn't get out. She giggled loudly as the tickling moved up her legs and began on her tummy again. She laughed even louder, trying to hug herself tighter to stop the tickling and wiggling around on the floor. Suddenly, the tickling stopped.
"So?" asked Voldemort. "I won't stop." said Emma. "We'll see."
Emma Watson was on her break, and she was thirsty. She went to a vending machine in order to get a Dr. Pepper, wearing her hogwarts school uniform costume. She walked up to the nearest machine and put in a dollar. Suddenly, someone shouted something in a bizarre language, and she felt her ticklish tummy being tickled. Was that a spell? she had time to think, before she fell to the floor in ticklish agony.
"Get her!" a man dressed as a death eater said, and, as she squirmed uncontrollably while giggling, two more "death eaters" approached her with a straitjacket. Because she was so ticklish, there was nothing she could do as they put her in the straitjacket and buckled her in tightly.
One of them picked her up and there was a loud Crack as they...apparated? Suddenly they were in a dark room and the tickling had stopped. She pulled at the straitjacket, but to no avail. "What's going on here?" she asked. One of the death eaters turned around and removed his hood and mask. It was Lord Voldemort himself. Except...that wasn't right, he didn't exist.
"Haha, very funny," she said, thinking this was a joke. "Now will you let me go?" she asked plaintively. "You aren't going anywhere." said Voldemort. "For years, we have watched you make a disgrace of wizards and witches, even a mockery of our world. We want you to stop." Emma Watson thought for a moment. "Stop?" she asked. "What do you mean by that?"
"We want you to give up on acting in the harry potter movies." Said Voldemort. "That's not happening," said Emma. "We thought you might say that," said Voldemort. He motioned for the other death eaters to leave the room. Then, he said a word and waved his wand at Emma. How ridiculous, she thought, Does he think it will actually do something? Suddenly she felt tickling just as bad as before, this time on her feet inside her shoes. She squirmed uncontrollably and stomped her shoes on the ground, trying to stop the tickling. She pulled at the straitjacket, and couldn't get out. She giggled loudly as the tickling moved up her legs and began on her tummy again. She laughed even louder, trying to hug herself tighter to stop the tickling and wiggling around on the floor. Suddenly, the tickling stopped.
"So?" asked Voldemort. "I won't stop." said Emma. "We'll see."
