"If it isn't broken, fix it till it is”
Date: June 2, 2000
Time: Early Evening, round about dinner time
Location: The Burrow
Characters Involved: Arthur & Molly Weasley, open to other Weasleys? (IM one of us to check)
Rating: PG
Incomplete
"No, no, no...that just doesn't make sense..." The light filtering through the slats of the shed was fading from golden sunset to darkened dusk, making the project splayed out in front of him harder and harder to see. It wouldn't have been so bad had the project before him not been his newest muggle desk lamp. The whole concept of fluorescent lighting had him thoroughly confused and when confused, you naturally tore things apart until they made sense. Wasn't that the way with everyone?
"There's no receptors or vents..." Arthur mumbled to himself, eyes squinting as he pushed his face closer to the bulb's housing. "How, for the love of Merlin, does it smell anything?" He pondered the bulb in his hand, shaking it next to an ear without result. He studied the large two prong 'plug' end of it and pursed his lips in thought.
"Maybe..." Gingerly, Arthur inserted the prongs into his nostrils...and weren't they just perfectly spaced for such an endeavor? Leaning over in his stool, Arthur aimed his newly acquired appendage at the floor and took a very large, drawn out whiff.
Time: Early Evening, round about dinner time
Location: The Burrow
Characters Involved: Arthur & Molly Weasley, open to other Weasleys? (IM one of us to check)
Rating: PG
Incomplete
"No, no, no...that just doesn't make sense..." The light filtering through the slats of the shed was fading from golden sunset to darkened dusk, making the project splayed out in front of him harder and harder to see. It wouldn't have been so bad had the project before him not been his newest muggle desk lamp. The whole concept of fluorescent lighting had him thoroughly confused and when confused, you naturally tore things apart until they made sense. Wasn't that the way with everyone?
"There's no receptors or vents..." Arthur mumbled to himself, eyes squinting as he pushed his face closer to the bulb's housing. "How, for the love of Merlin, does it smell anything?" He pondered the bulb in his hand, shaking it next to an ear without result. He studied the large two prong 'plug' end of it and pursed his lips in thought.
"Maybe..." Gingerly, Arthur inserted the prongs into his nostrils...and weren't they just perfectly spaced for such an endeavor? Leaning over in his stool, Arthur aimed his newly acquired appendage at the floor and took a very large, drawn out whiff.