Once the transfer to my hands was completed, and everything was now in my new penname, with my identity hidden, I wouldn’t show up to any public appearances, instead sending out autographed copies and such, completing my duties as an author along with meeting proper deadlines for the other books.
That wasn’t to say that I didn’t have a plan for book signings and such; it was just that I wasn’t strong enough to fulfill that plot at present. Essentially, what it entailed was me using a combination of Mind Control and Psy-Tag to make a proxy puppet to act in my stead.
In doing this, not only would I be out of reach from the masses, saving me from idiotic public relations, but I wouldn’t have to deal with Returners, who no doubt would be out for my head.
Even if the proxy were killed off, they wouldn’t be able to take over the series, and it was firmly in my grasp.
Like this, everything would belong to me, and I would have seamlessly replaced Rowing as the true Author of the Henry Potter franchise.
Sitting across the table from the woman immersed in her work, I patiently waited for her to notice me, and it wasn’t long before she looked up and flinched upon seeing a young child sitting at the same table, staring up at her.
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"Um, hello there, are you lost? Is your Mummy or Daddy nearby? I can help find them. Do you know their names?" Using a gentle voice, Jennifer, who loved kids apparently, rattled off a few common questions you’d expect to hear when confronting a random child.
I, on the other hand, didn’t reply and instead tilted my head to the side like a puppy while looking at the small cake and tea she had ordered earlier.
"Do you want a snack…" She began to say but suddenly stopped when she noticed I had moved to point at my eyes, causing Jennifer to stare directly into the icy blue abyssal depths.
’Psy-Kinesis,’ activating my talent, I watched Jennifer’s body stiffen for a moment as her eyes took on a similar glowing shade of icy blue as my own.
’For the next month, you will treat me as your beloved student. You have been friends with my parents for years, and now that I am old enough to read, you have spent the last few months teaching me as a private tutor.’
The initial 43-word command was to set the tone. Although my words took effect immediately, I could tell from the subtle body language that Jennifer presented, along with the confusion in her eyes, that it hadn’t settled in her mind.
Keeping that in mind, I proceeded to repeat the coercion process four more times, requiring me to chug a few potions, but I needed this command to be the foundation for what I had in store for the woman.
Step one of the plan was building a solid foundation wherein Jennifer would wholly trust me and even view me as her son by creating a false narrative that she would inevitably commit to memory.
It wasn’t necessarily the most difficult part, but it definitely was labor intensive, requiring a hell of a lot of PC. However, after the five rounds of commands, the look in her eyes changed drastically when she looked at me.
’On to the next step, pseudo-brain washing; although I don’t have the mind control skill yet, I do have telepathy, so that leaves me with doing this the good old fashion way coined by the US Government… subliminal messages.’
With the commands complete, Jennifer went back to work, but not without periodically checking in on my well-being. If you didn’t know any better, it was almost like a mother looking after her son after bringing him to work.
Snacks, tea, you name it, and I had it; she even went so far as to get me a coloring book to keep me occupied; honestly, it created a heartwarming scene for anyone who saw us…So long as they couldn’t hear the flood of narratives, I was constantly flowing into her brain every second.
For the next 3 hours, as if on a repeating loop, I continuously said the following phrases.
’You value everything your student says,’
’Your Student is a genius beyond all genius’s,’
’Your Student is remarkably intelligent for his age, well-spoken and good at writing,’
’Your student is such a quick learner and has a vivid imagination,’
’You feel guilt whenever you look at him, but you don’t understand why, so you will continue to smother him with motherly affection and love.’
Honestly, it was exhausting; just repeating the same few phrases over and over like that made my head spin, and if it weren’t for the snacks and, hell, even the coloring book to keep me occupied so that I could split my focus, I’m not sure if I could have held out the full three hours, not because it was boring, but because after a certain amount of time, the phrases started having a weird effect on me.
To describe it, it was like driving on a road trip and hitting a 200-mile stretch of nothing but pavement in, say, the desert. If you continuously stare at the white lines, they start blending in and merging, and it was incredibly difficult not to do the same with my words.
Every word spoken into Jennifer’s mind needed to be precise and exact, and if the sentences started merging, who knows what kind of side-effect I could end up creating in Jennifer’s mind.
The last thing I needed was a Yandere Cougar headhunting me for my tender flesh…ok, that thought was a little too weird even for me, hah, especially since the woman was the FARTHEST thing from Attractive in my eyes, even if she threw herself at me naked as the day she was born, I wouldn’t hesitate to get up and leave the room.
I simply wasn’t attracted to her in any way, and in my mind, she was nothing more than a means to achieve a goal, not even a person.
Regardless, it really was a struggle, but by the time the staff announced that the café would be closing, Jennifer was basically in the palm of my hand.