The Quest For Dobby's Destiny –Part IV Revised

Writer Lady approaches the stormtooper as slowly as she can get away with. She is so not ready for this and keeps repeating to herself, “What do I say? What do I say?”

She hears TP's voice in her mind. “Slow your breathing, say 'Hello'.

“What the...?” Writer Lady exclaims as she trips falling face first on the floor at the stormtooper's feet.

“Silly Lady,” TP giggles “It's just me. Doing an Obi Wan. I will be your coach for this encounter. Charming is a very delicate matter. There are so many Do's and Don'ts in this situation I could not tell you all of them in time.”

“Getting inside my head and making me wonder if I am going crazy isn't really the best approach.”

“Good you are talking to me mentally instead of using your voice. You are a quick study. Maybe this will be okay.”

“Ma'am are you alright?” The stormtooper reaches down to help Writer Lady up.

“Yes. I am.” She answers rising.

“Don't forget to say 'Thank You'”.  TP instructs Obi Wan style.

“Thank You.”

“Smile.” TP says “Big.”

Writer Lady smiles.

“Bigger!”

“Look you obnoxious flying bug man, I've only got so many teeth. According to my nephew, teeth are not what men look at. Also, I'm taking away your television privileges when we get home. Obi Wan.”

“I'm so clumsy.” Writer Lady says, smiling again, looking where the stormtrooper's eyes are supposed to be.

“It's okay. There is so much to see. People run into each other all the time at these conventions. Especially the first day.”

“Okay. You are doing good, the stormtooper has good feelings towards you.” TP encourages.

“Why wouldn't he? I'm a wonderful freak-ing person!” Writer Lady snaps. She is still angry with TP.

“So where are you headed today?” The stormtooper asks.

“The usual looking around, taking in all that is a con. It is my first Comicon.”

“A con virgin huh?” The stormtooper asks.

Writer Lady looks down to the floor and looks back up, “Yes you could say that.”

“That's good. He is warming up nicely. You said you were no good at this.” TP says.

“Have a nice time at the Con.” The stormtooper says.

Writer Lady was so glad to be finished with the encounter she was walking away as the stormtooper wished her a nice time. She quickly turned back and said, “Thank you. I will,” smiling again.

“The Lord and Lady. Where are the Lord and Lady!” TP yells.

“Oh and um...I was also hoping to say “hello” to the Lord and Lady of the Drawn Story. Do you know where they might be?” Writer Lady smiles her biggest smile yet.

“He has stopped. Relax he is doing a mind scan.” TP says.

“Wha...?”

“Shhhhhh!” TP admonishes.

“They are in the main booth in the center of this section about fifteen feet inside. Everyone knows the Lord and Lady. Just ask at the main table. Do you know you have really nice eyes?” The stormtooper asks.

“Thank you so much.”

“That's good,” TP instructs. “Smile big and let's get going. Whatever you do...”

“I like the light saber. It's a nice touch.” Writer Lady says.

“Don't mention the saber.” TP moans. “You just had to mention the saber didn't you?”

Writer Lady walks into the Hall of Distractions and finds a quiet space along the wall.

“What's the big deal? It's a saber!” Writer Lady says.

“A saber is not always a saber my dear Writer Lady.”

“It wasn't really a saber? I complimented it.” Writer Lady says, the color slowly drains from her face. “I think I need to sit down for a minute.”

Writer Lady slides her body along the back of the wall curling into a vertical ball.

“Is it hot in here to you?” she asks someone standing nearby. They look at her and shake their heads, taking a couple of steps away.

“Slow your breathing. Breathe in. Breathe out.” TP coaches.

The Lady with the Long Golden Hair and Warrior with Intense Blue Eyes Approach.

“She got in.” Warrior with Intense Blue Eyes says to the Lady with the Long Golden Hair. “I don't believe it.”

“I told you. Every woman has this magic. Few of them are can wield it correctly. Writer Lady just completed one of her first lessons,” says the Lady with the Long Golden Hair.

Writer Lady shakes her head.

“No? What do you mean 'no'?” the Lady with the Long Golden Hair asks, “You are in the Hall of Distractions you must have been successful.”

“She screwed up!” Warrior with Intense Blue Eyes says. Writer Lady nods while fanning her face. She continues breathing in a labored manner. “Now she's hyperventilating.”

“You must have screwed up really big Auntie.” Warrior with Intense Blue Eyes says.

Writer Lady nods.

“Did you try to toss your hair?” Warrior asks.

Writer Lady shakes her head.

“Did you flutter your lashes?”

Another shake of her head.

“You showed him your legs didn't you?”

She shakes her head no.
At that moment a man walks by holding a brightly colored light saber.  Writer Lady looks at the saber then looks at the Warrior with Intense Blue Eyes.

“Oh no! You didn't!” The Warrior with Intense Blue Eyes says.

She nods.

“Put your head between your knees Auntie. You'll feel better.” Writer Lady listens.

Warrior with Intense Blue Eyes leans in to Lady with the Long Golden Hair and whispers Writer Lady's faux pas.

“What happens now?” Writer Lady asks. Her breathing has steadied and the hot flash has passed.

“We go on with our quest and hope he wasn't too enchanted with you. Try to stay out of his line of vision from now on. Stay away from secluded spots you might get cornered in easily too.” Warrior with Intense Blue Eyes instructs.

“This is crazy.” Writer Lady says.

“She screwed up.” TP points out. The faerie neglected to tell Writer Lady he could talk with her other two companions as well.

“I screwed up! You didn't warn me about talking to me in my head, didn't warn me about the saber thing and you let me fall on my face.” Writer Lady counters.

“I am not here in physical form. I could not stop you from falling.”

“Ma—gic!”

“It would have blown your cover.” TP points out.

“There's a big difference between falling on your face when you're a kid and when you're 42. I could have hurt a lot more than my pride. Just keep that in mind. Okay?”

“Relax, this is not as big of a disaster as the males make you think. Getting so upset about the situation only makes you more attractive to the single men here.” The Lady with the Long Golden Hair, points out.

“Excuse me, if I'm upset. No one told me complimenting a man on a toy could be an equivalent to giving him my room key.”

“It's not a toy! It's a collectible!” All of the men in their immediate vicinity respond.

Dumbfounded Writer Lady's tirade is momentarily ended.

“Did you just say my attitude was making me more attractive?” Writer Lady asks the Lady with the Long Golden Hair.

“Damsel in distress.”

“You have got to be kidding me.” Writer Lady looks around the room. Several men are watching. When she looks at them, they stand taller and puff out their chests showing her their interest in coming to her aid.

“The only way to get them to stop is to relax. These men have to feel like everything is okay again,” the Lady with the Long Golden Hair says. “Find your calm. I will let you know when we can get going again.”