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As Dolly pondered over that thought during that while as she sat on Bonnie's bed, the Cowgirl suddenly became aware of the unnatural emptiness within the room; as of the brief hiatus of the honest remarks seemed to make the dense air feel lighter.
For a brief few moments, Jessie wondered why Dolly would be this quite on a day like this and came up, as she stood within the centre of the room, with several possible theories - Number one, she fell out of the window? - no, her first theory wouldn't have worked. Each and every other toy would've most likely heard her terrifed screams on the way dow to the ground if this was the case.
Eventually, after racking endlessly through her mind only to dismiss the theories she came across one by one, Jessie decided that the only way to find out where Dolly really was, was to 'look ' for her.
Well, this was a load of baloney...
Fighting off sigh, Jessie then decided to scan the room in search of the plum rag-doll. So, since Bonnie had only just left the room in order to greet her Aunt and
Uncle, before dumping the toys wherever she could, the Cowgirl allowed herself to presume that Bonnie had intentionally chucked Dolly onto the soft covered bed.
Yeah, this was probably right, especially since Dolly was supposed to be the 'Evil Witch' who flew around on a broomstick and the five-year-old girl did tend to place Dolly on the bed when her own two hands were simply not enough (there was no way she could keep both Woody and Jessie standing upright whilst she held
Dolly in the air - unless, of course, she was a deformed Octo-child with eight arms. Even this thought was surely impossible but, hey, a girl can dream right?).
So this was the main cause as to why Jessie then leapt up to the side of the bed, using both hands to steady herself as she lifted her weight over onto the soft cotton.
Wow, her bed sheets were cotton? That was...unusual. Why hadn't she noticed before?
After a few quick moments of allowing herself to ponder over this mental question, she soon dismissed it completely. The idea that insinuated that she had probably been too lazy, or just too oblivious as an instant, to even realize. But she forced these thoughts aside as she lifted her head, from her hunkering position, to thoroughly scan the area that currently lay around -
'of which could all disappear within a short matter of a few simple seconds'
- her, her eyes taking in everything she saw, and her mind clarifying it all; almost as if it was desperate to try and beat what she saw for once in her life. Since, logic always supposedly overruled the instinct without a question. But, if this was all true, then why was it her sight that took in everything before her conscience did?
These thoughts didn't even occur to Jessie as her eyes settled upon the pondering figure of her current good - maybe even best? - friend Dolly. The small rag doll was sitting with crossed legs as she rested her chin on her hands, of which had been brought together as her elbows were perched on her knees, in deep thought as she pondered over the last question that had been brought to her mind:
What if magic really was real after all?
What if it wasn't just an aspect mentioned in playtime, and really was what it said it was? What if someone could actually learn how to execute it perfectly?
Her eyes widened at this thought, seeming to lose balance of herself completely as she abruptly straightened up, her elbows' sliding off her fabric knees (which really weren't knees at all, but instead simple creases in the material) in the process.
Even though Jessie normally didn't act too severely to anything at all - no matter what the situation was - the collectible Cowgirl couldn't help but arch a very curious eyebrow in Dolly's direction.
"What in Tarnation's are you doing Dolly?" Jessie asked, in a slightly expectant manner, just wanting to jump straight to the point as she folded her arms across her chest and narrowed her eyes mockingly; almost in spite actually.
Now, since Dolly usually was the one to be honest, she answered Jessie's question truthfully, even though any other toy in her position would've bluffed their way out of it by stating - 'Nothing' or 'I'm fine, honestly'.
Well...Jessie certainly was smart enough to be able to pick out that these had all been big lies. Oh, as well as lies as big as a horse's end, just to make the picture clearer...
"Well..." Dolly began to murmur as she wrung her hands together (which, basically, was just a process of rubbing her hands together abstimentally, since she hadn't been given the privilage to have been designed with fingers) slowly; trying to rack her head around and through everything she could possibly say next. "I was just wondering...what if magic was real?"
If Dolly hadn't seemed so solemn at that moment, Jessie may have burst out into an abrupt, not to mention humorous, fit of laughter. However, Jessie didn't feel it would be appropriate to ridicule Dolly at this moment of time. So this was exactly why she didn't.
"What made you bring that up?" Jessie asked out of curiosity as she wondered why on Earth Dolly would ask something like that. She wasn't intereted in magic was she. Or was her time of playing the role of the 'Evil Witch' finally getting to her after all this time?
"Well...no reason really..." Dolly murmured honestly, completely aware of the fact that she really did have no reason after all. But there had been something that had brought the matter up within her mind.
Jessie would've questioned Dolly a little further (about the whole concept of course), if they hadn't heard the charade of bounding footsteps rushing ominously up the stair case.
"Everyone back in your positions!" Woody ordered, somehow barely managing to keep his voice unheard from any outsiders.
By now, Jessie had no choice but to rush back to her position, dropping inanimate just before Bonnie excitedly rushed into the room.
Since Dolly was mostly level with the five-year-old, she had been one of the first ones to notice the small, leather book (of which seemed ancient of course) that seemed just the perfect size for her to be able to hold carelessly.
"Look everyone!" Bonnie exclaimed gleefully as she held the book on a clear display; almost as if she had been expecting a round of applause for her discovery.
But little did anyone understand just how much power the seemingly harmless gift really possessed.
"Uncle Ralph and Auntie Megan got me a spell book!"
A/N Sorry for the suckish ending, but the next few chapters' probably will contain a bit more action in them.
Like I said before, this was a very random idea...
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