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Messina is my character. I invented her. She’s 18. She has black hair, red eyes, and always wears black clothes with skulls and crossbones. She’s a Jack Sparrow fangirl.

Description: This particular night the blue fairy was feeling bored. So she decided to bring a few of the dummies in Potter’s wax museum to life.

Inspired by my visit to Potter’s wax museum and that one movie about the museum . . . I forget the name, okay? The only thing I own in this story is my character Messina.
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“OMG, it’s Jack!” Messina drooled. She was standing in the lobby of Potter’s wax museum. People gave her strange looks as she stood there blushing furiously under the intense gaze of the wax dummy Jack.

“Ma’am? Are you going into the museum?” The boy behind the desk asked.

“Hm?” She asked absentmindedly, “Oh, yeah!” She paid to go in, “So what kinds of things do they have here?”

“Well, I just started working here so I’m not that familiar with everything yet,” He admitted.

“Oh, okay. Thanks anyway,” She entered. The first thing that caught her eye was Harry Potter display. At that time they only had Harry, Ron, and Dobby (They don’t actually have Ron yet but I need him for the story), “Awesome…” Then she saw the lord of the rings display (They don’t have that either, even though they should). It had Sam, Frodo, Legolas, Gimli, and Aragorn. The next notable thing she saw was the zenomorph (Off the movie aliens). She turned away from the alien to look at the Star Wars display and something rammed straight into her solar plexus. She tumbled backwards over the glass divider.

The guy at the desk in the lobby. Was getting ready to close up. He looked at the monitor to see if any guests were still in the building. But it seemed the cameras weren’t working. The surveillance and alarm systems hadn’t been working properly lately. Making a mental note to tell his boss, he grabbed a flashlight and set off to find any of the remaining stragglers. When he reached the room with the Star Wars display, he felt that something was missing. What was it that had been in that corner over there? And had that female dummy always been there? Shrugging, he left the room, finished searching, and closed up.

Messina groaned, “What happened?” She looked around. It was really dark; darker than she remembered.

“Hello?” She called. There was no answer, ‘Oh yeah. I fell, didn’t I?” She stood up and stepped over the glass divider, “Oh no! I hope they didn’t close me in here!” She glanced over at the corner; “Hey wasn’t there an alien over there?”

She headed for the lobby. When she reached the room with the Harry Potter display, she glanced over at it. One of the figures, Ron, was staring straight at Messina with a confused expression on his face. She shivered and walked into the lobby. The front door was locked.

“Damn,” She turned around and went back into the Harry Potter display, “Maybe the gift shop is-,” She saw that Harry was laying on his back, “Oh no!” She went over to him, “The last thing I need is for one of these guys to be damaged while I’m the only one here,” She grabbed his arms to try and set him back up, but stopped, ‘That’s strange,’ She reached a hand out to stroke his cheek. It was warm and soft. Definitely NOT wax. She drew back and stood up quickly. She looked at Ron who was now crouched next to Harry looking at her strangely. They stared at each other for a moment. Then Ron blinked.

“AHHHH!!” Messina shrieked and ran for the lobby again. She tried desperately to get the door open, but it wouldn’t budge. Someone grabbed her from behind.

“You can try all you want, love, but that door is not gonna open,”

Messina turned her head to stare into the piercing gaze of Jack Sparrow.

She pulled away and looked wildly around at the three figures. She ducked around Jack and made a dash for the other door, which led to the rest of the museum, “HELP!!!”

As much as she had always dreamed of meeting Jack Sparrow, now she was terrified and just wanted to get away. When she got through the door, she immediately tripped over a smaller figure.

When she looked she realized it was Frodo. She crawled over to him. He was unconcious.

"Ah! Oh no! I squashed the poor little rabbit-midget!" She tried to revive him.