This story is a parody of Harry Potter. It is about a low-confidence boy who becomes addicted to pot.
In this story, you act as Harry's fairy-god-mother/father. If this story is inaccurate about drugs, just note that I am not a pharmacist or policewoman. The only information I have on drugs comes from anti-drug school lessons. This story also has a morale.
I have also corrected all of the mistakes in my previous published version.

You are one of the best psychotherapists in the world.
One day, a rich businesswoman named Emily Ling comes to your office with a problem. Her hand sometimes jerks uncontrollably. It is up to you to help her overcome her problem.

Where am I?

You find yourself inside a white room. There are no doors, only picture frames. How did you get here? Nobody knows.