Gatsby Alternate Ending

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Allie cleared the frost off the car window using her sleeve. Her hands grown pale and stiff from the early morning chill. She knew she should have stolen that winter coat she saw at Target yesterday. It would have been so easy to walk away with it during the holiday rush. Though, considering her luck, she would have been grabbed by the security guards six steps from the exit. Allie blew on her fingers to wake them up a little before pulling her wand out her back pocket. She kissed the pointed white oak’s surface, praying to any spirit that could hear her for it to work just this one time. “Reserare,” Allie whispered. Sparks sizzled the car door’s lock then she heard a low click. Allie checked the empty suburban streets again. Being caught …show more content…

It flared, the puckered flesh none too fond of the cold. Her end goal was to get the car to Mr.Obin down at twenty-second street which was a good fifty miles away. Allie slid inside the car and smiled at the interior’s almost pristine condition. The new car smell was still clinging to the nice leather seats. Maybe she could haggle a higher price out the old troll. Mr.Obin did say he liked to see spunk from his thieves. “Got to get the car there first girly,” she said to herself. She stowed her wand back inside her pocket, not willing to tempt fate further, as she ducked below the steering wheel. All it took was reconnecting a few wires to send her barreling down towards the highway. Feeling secure her theft would go unnoticed, Allie imagined the the things she would buy once she had some cash. A nice hotel room to stay in. Those new morphable wands the rich kids at her old school were getting. Sure the sky wasn’t the limit, but at least she had nudged the ceiling blocking her path to some type of future. Baby …show more content…

Allie swerved into a nearby shopping plaza, semi-frozen hands struggling to wrench her wand free from her back pocket. She spoke the first spell to come to her mind. “Velocitas.” The regained its speed to her delight. It also hurled itself at an unstoppable pace towards an abandoned shoe store. “No! No! No!” The brakes were useless at stopping Allie’s momentum. Her face ricocheted off the expanding airbag as the car ripped through the storefront, broken bricks cracking the windows. She was barely aware of the two hands yanking her across the space-time continuum till she found herself sitting between a raving old woman and man in a well-tailored suit. Allie blinked at the harsh lights illuminating the green tiled hallway. It took a few moments for her to recognize the somber decor from under her shock-induced haze. The Low Wizarding Court. Where the little bads were tried so the High Wizarding Court could handle the actually important cases. To a girl like Allie, it was more a home than the hundred sum foster homes she’d been stuck in. “Ehhm,” coughed the suited man. She registered the thick paper folder laying on his lap with confusion. “Are you supposed to be my

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