Charles chortled. “That’s it? That’s all you got?” He put the magazine back on the table and stood up. “Look at me, I’ve got unlimited magic powers.” He pointed toward a cabinet. “Zap -- there’s a half-full can of cheese Pringles in that cabinet.” He then walked over and opened the cabinet to reveal the can. “Hey, it worked!”
”See? I told you!” exclaimed Rachel.
Charles popped the lid off the can. “Nice try,” he said. “There’s always a half-full can of cheese Pringles in this cabinet. My dad must go through three a week.” He inverted it as he held it up to his mouth and let a few drop in, crunching noisily as he replaced the lid and put the can away.
”Ohh,” Rachel said, disappointed. “I guess it didn’t work.”
”I guess not,” said Charles as he swallowed the chips with a loud gulp. “So what’s the game? What are you claiming happened to my sister?”
”I’m not claiming --“ Rachel sighed. “Just follow me upstairs, okay?”
”I don’t need to follow you,” Charles said. “This is my house.” He made a break for it, past Rachel, taking the stairs two at a time, bursting into his sister’s room yelling, “I know about your little game, Cassandra --“ and then his jaw dropped as he looked at her. “What the hell?!”
”Did Rachel tell you what happened?” asked Cassie.
Charles stuttered, ”N-no, she was -- was talking about the town curse, and said something happened to you, but I thought it was all a joke -- some weird game the two of you were playing to mess with me! What, you’re cursed to be a midget hooker?”
”No, I’m jailbait,” said Cassie. “I think I’m supposed to be, like, 10 years old, but my, uh, female parts are full-grown.”
”Someone cursed you to be jailbait?” Charles squeaked. “I mean, as a guy, I wish all girls looked like slutty hotties like you, but not 10 years old.”