pg - auror training - pack1ife
Title: Auror Training
Author: pack1ife
Summary: A member of the trio begins his training.
Characters/Pairings: Ron Weasley, Mundungus Fletcher, mentions of others
Rating/Warnings: PG, some cursing, mild violence, DH-compliant, pre-epilogue
Medium: Ficlet
WC: 709
Becoming an auror did not happen overnight. In fact, on average, training lasted anywhere from 2 to 4 years. "'Cept Remus Lupin," Ron felt his stomach sink as Mundungus Fletcher mentioned his name, grinning back through yellow teeth, "He took seven." Ron only felt a tad relieved knowing that this occurence was probably due more to Remus being a werewolf than anything. A fact that did nothing to ease his mind. "You have a lot of nerve though," Mundungus continues, "You may only take five."
Oh yeah a lot of nerve, Ron wanted to say, but Mundungus was already on the next lesson. Too bad they're all 'Mione's.
He would later hear from Hermione and Bill that 5 years is about the average for most auror students, and Hermione pointed out, "Much less than I will be required to take for my degree in wizarding law." And then the assurance from his mother that there would always be a place for him at the Burrow. He could just hear Fred and George, no, George taunting now.
It was still difficult for any of them to even think of George's name without mentioning Fred. And reminder only made the sting that much worse. "It's important to hold onto things," Arthur would say, "but best not to linger."
"I absolutely agree," Percy chimes in.
"Quiet, Percy," Arthur, determined not to let his son tear their family apart again, "how's the job hunt going?"
"Still slow," Percy glares, folding up a paper in his arms as he begins to leave, "everything's slow right now."
"We always have openings at--" Arthur begins after Percy is gone.
Molly would give a quiet cry, but quickly recover, "It's best for us all to remember the happy times." Though this may erupt into another bout of tears, it's difficult to tell. "Fred would've wanted that."
"He would've wanted his ashes sprinkled in the cup of Lucius Malfoy," George might add this or some other jocular comment, "one more prank for you, Gred."
The rest of the family seems to share in this need to escape into laughter as the twins once did on a regular basis.
Mundungus Fletcher's lessons were becoming more and more erratic, and frankly dangerous. On one such assignment, Ron was sent to recover an abacus from another ex-Auror. He lived in an ancient Egyptian palace, guarded by inferi crocodiles and a sphinx. It was with great effort -- and luck, let's not forget luck -- that Ron survived.
When he returned, Mundungus asked him what he was doing there and that he was needed in Prague. "What about this?" Ron asked, his scorched hand not quite ready to let go of the abacus raised between them.
"Oh, you won't be needing that," Mundungus rather carelessly tears it from Ron's hand, tossing it aside, within the rest of the piles of...what...things that littered Mung's office.
"What do you mean?" Ron looks at him, offended, "I risked my life for that."
"Oh, sorry to hear it," Mundungus sighs, tsking, his body weebling back and forth. "But I'm not exactly sure why you have it."
"You gave me the assignment," Ron did his best not to yell and add anything obscene, like "big tosser" at the end of his statement.
Mundungus looks at him like a deer caught in the headlights, "Oh," he retrieves a parchment from a pile of what Ron can now see is a poorly organized set of leather book sachels. "Sorry, it seems I had you confused with someone else. I see a lot of students, young apprentices, Mr. Weasley. After all, it's just me and Shacklebolt now."
"Yes," Ron nodded, it had crossed his mind a few times how fate had once again given Harry the wonderful auror Kingsley Shacklebolt, while he got stuck with...this guy. "I understand," Ron adds, without adding you're an idiot.
"Much appreciated," Mundungus says, handing one of the sachels to him. "Now, to Prague."
"Are you sure this is for me this time?" Ron raises a sardonic eyebrow, standing back a little. Arm out, almost naturally, uneasily reaching for it.
"Yes of couse," Mung smiles, "All you need to know is right in there."
Ron merely rolled his eyes, as he turned and left.
Cyndi//Gryffindor
Author: pack1ife
Summary: A member of the trio begins his training.
Characters/Pairings: Ron Weasley, Mundungus Fletcher, mentions of others
Rating/Warnings: PG, some cursing, mild violence, DH-compliant, pre-epilogue
Medium: Ficlet
WC: 709
Becoming an auror did not happen overnight. In fact, on average, training lasted anywhere from 2 to 4 years. "'Cept Remus Lupin," Ron felt his stomach sink as Mundungus Fletcher mentioned his name, grinning back through yellow teeth, "He took seven." Ron only felt a tad relieved knowing that this occurence was probably due more to Remus being a werewolf than anything. A fact that did nothing to ease his mind. "You have a lot of nerve though," Mundungus continues, "You may only take five."
Oh yeah a lot of nerve, Ron wanted to say, but Mundungus was already on the next lesson. Too bad they're all 'Mione's.
He would later hear from Hermione and Bill that 5 years is about the average for most auror students, and Hermione pointed out, "Much less than I will be required to take for my degree in wizarding law." And then the assurance from his mother that there would always be a place for him at the Burrow. He could just hear Fred and George, no, George taunting now.
It was still difficult for any of them to even think of George's name without mentioning Fred. And reminder only made the sting that much worse. "It's important to hold onto things," Arthur would say, "but best not to linger."
"I absolutely agree," Percy chimes in.
"Quiet, Percy," Arthur, determined not to let his son tear their family apart again, "how's the job hunt going?"
"Still slow," Percy glares, folding up a paper in his arms as he begins to leave, "everything's slow right now."
"We always have openings at--" Arthur begins after Percy is gone.
Molly would give a quiet cry, but quickly recover, "It's best for us all to remember the happy times." Though this may erupt into another bout of tears, it's difficult to tell. "Fred would've wanted that."
"He would've wanted his ashes sprinkled in the cup of Lucius Malfoy," George might add this or some other jocular comment, "one more prank for you, Gred."
The rest of the family seems to share in this need to escape into laughter as the twins once did on a regular basis.
Mundungus Fletcher's lessons were becoming more and more erratic, and frankly dangerous. On one such assignment, Ron was sent to recover an abacus from another ex-Auror. He lived in an ancient Egyptian palace, guarded by inferi crocodiles and a sphinx. It was with great effort -- and luck, let's not forget luck -- that Ron survived.
When he returned, Mundungus asked him what he was doing there and that he was needed in Prague. "What about this?" Ron asked, his scorched hand not quite ready to let go of the abacus raised between them.
"Oh, you won't be needing that," Mundungus rather carelessly tears it from Ron's hand, tossing it aside, within the rest of the piles of...what...things that littered Mung's office.
"What do you mean?" Ron looks at him, offended, "I risked my life for that."
"Oh, sorry to hear it," Mundungus sighs, tsking, his body weebling back and forth. "But I'm not exactly sure why you have it."
"You gave me the assignment," Ron did his best not to yell and add anything obscene, like "big tosser" at the end of his statement.
Mundungus looks at him like a deer caught in the headlights, "Oh," he retrieves a parchment from a pile of what Ron can now see is a poorly organized set of leather book sachels. "Sorry, it seems I had you confused with someone else. I see a lot of students, young apprentices, Mr. Weasley. After all, it's just me and Shacklebolt now."
"Yes," Ron nodded, it had crossed his mind a few times how fate had once again given Harry the wonderful auror Kingsley Shacklebolt, while he got stuck with...this guy. "I understand," Ron adds, without adding you're an idiot.
"Much appreciated," Mundungus says, handing one of the sachels to him. "Now, to Prague."
"Are you sure this is for me this time?" Ron raises a sardonic eyebrow, standing back a little. Arm out, almost naturally, uneasily reaching for it.
"Yes of couse," Mung smiles, "All you need to know is right in there."
Ron merely rolled his eyes, as he turned and left.
Cyndi//Gryffindor