The Ignominious Demise of Percy Weasley
Title: The Ignominious Demise of Percy Weasley
Characters: Percy/OC
Challenge: Death Scene
Time: 25 minutes
Rating/Warnings: PG 13 for grievous bodily humor. ;-)
Disclaimer: This is a work of non-profit speculative fiction, I am not affiliated with J.K Rowling, etc.
One of the two mediwitches in the morgue shook her head in disbelief. “What was it, a marital dispute?”
The other shrugged. “Probably. It wasn’t inserted, it’s growing out of there!”
They man on the gurney looked to be in his early thirties. He had bright red hair and freckles. The first witch looked scandalized. “But he worked for the Ministry, doesn’t he? I thought I remembered Pearson saying something about-“
“His father works for the Ministry” her friend corrected. “Arthur Weasley. Bloody nice chap. S’a shame. He had to come and identify the body and all, and I thought he was just going to cry right there. He just looked at him, and put his son’s glasses in his coat pocket, and walked out.”
“Weasley…” the first witch murmured. “Oh my goodness! This isn’t the war hero, is it?!”
“No, that’s Ronald Weasley. Married to Granger in the Research Department. This is one of his brothers…Peter or Paul or something. There’s so many Weasleys around these days I get them mixed up.”
The two women chuckled. “My boy loves that joke shop they’ve got on Diagon Alley” the first witch said. “Ethel, D’you suppose this is one of them? It looks kind of like a joke charm gone horribly wrong.”
“No. This is the one who worked under Scrimgeour during the war. And Fudge before that. I reckon whoever did it was commenting on his personality.”
The other witch shook her head, but she could not stop a small, guilty chuckle from escaping her lips as she and Ethel worked to remove the very large broomstick that seemed to be sprouting out of the man’s bottom.
Characters: Percy/OC
Challenge: Death Scene
Time: 25 minutes
Rating/Warnings: PG 13 for grievous bodily humor. ;-)
Disclaimer: This is a work of non-profit speculative fiction, I am not affiliated with J.K Rowling, etc.
One of the two mediwitches in the morgue shook her head in disbelief. “What was it, a marital dispute?”
The other shrugged. “Probably. It wasn’t inserted, it’s growing out of there!”
They man on the gurney looked to be in his early thirties. He had bright red hair and freckles. The first witch looked scandalized. “But he worked for the Ministry, doesn’t he? I thought I remembered Pearson saying something about-“
“His father works for the Ministry” her friend corrected. “Arthur Weasley. Bloody nice chap. S’a shame. He had to come and identify the body and all, and I thought he was just going to cry right there. He just looked at him, and put his son’s glasses in his coat pocket, and walked out.”
“Weasley…” the first witch murmured. “Oh my goodness! This isn’t the war hero, is it?!”
“No, that’s Ronald Weasley. Married to Granger in the Research Department. This is one of his brothers…Peter or Paul or something. There’s so many Weasleys around these days I get them mixed up.”
The two women chuckled. “My boy loves that joke shop they’ve got on Diagon Alley” the first witch said. “Ethel, D’you suppose this is one of them? It looks kind of like a joke charm gone horribly wrong.”
“No. This is the one who worked under Scrimgeour during the war. And Fudge before that. I reckon whoever did it was commenting on his personality.”
The other witch shook her head, but she could not stop a small, guilty chuckle from escaping her lips as she and Ethel worked to remove the very large broomstick that seemed to be sprouting out of the man’s bottom.