Mr. and Mrs. Weasley 2005...
This was originally a response to one of my friends in another entry, but the full scenario turned out so long, I've decided to put it into its own entry.
As some of you might know, I was born in the same year as Harry and his friends (save for Hermione Granger who was born in 1979). I've had friends who were as quarrelsome as Ron and Hermione when we were younger, and I'm sad to say that their marriage lasted all of two years. Which led me to envision Ron and Hermione in the present day. Here is the scene in its entirity.
Muggle Police dispatcher (receives a call at 2 am): What seems to be the problem?
Mrs. Humbug: I'd like to report my neighbours again! They simply won't stop quarreling! They've been carrying on since 6 o'clock! Here, listen (holds the phone toward the Weasley residence)
Police: (Jumps back, as a loud crash is heard through his headset)
Hermione: Honestly Ron, if you don't like my cooking, why don't you do it yourself?
Ron: I've tasted better potion residue at the bottom of my pewter caldron than your cooking! Besides, I can't get my head around that Muggle cooker!
Hermione: You ought to put your head IN the cooker, then!
Ron: (Evidently shoves his head into the cooker)
Hermione: Ohhhhh! (Angrily casts a hex at Ron, all Mrs Humbug can see is a brilliant flash of light from the Weasley's window)
Ron:What the Bloody Hell did you do that for? (Fires a curse back)
Hermione: You're still imcompetant at at casting spells! You're supposed to wave your wand a criss-cross motion.
Ron: Like this?
Hermione: AAAAAAAY! (there is a loud crash and a blinding flash is seen from the windows) That was dodgy! (another flash is seen)
Ron: YAAAAAAAAAAAH!
(the sound of ten sets of little feet are hear running into the kitchen)
Ron II: Mummy, daddy, what is all this ruckus?
Harry Bob: I thought I was having a loud nightmare, but then I woke up, and came downstairs and saw you fighting.
Hermione: Go back to bed dears, your father and I are just discussing matters.
Ginny Sue: You mean you're having a row!
Ron: No we're not, now go back to bed, sweetie.
Little Molly: It's sounds like a row to me too.
Mrs. Humbug: It's like this almost every day! And they also have have a strange lighting system too, every time they have a row, they flash their lights on and off just like the lights in the dance pub!
Police: We'll investigate straightaway!
I couldn't think of a way to end this scene properly. I'm no fanfic writer.
As some of you might know, I was born in the same year as Harry and his friends (save for Hermione Granger who was born in 1979). I've had friends who were as quarrelsome as Ron and Hermione when we were younger, and I'm sad to say that their marriage lasted all of two years. Which led me to envision Ron and Hermione in the present day. Here is the scene in its entirity.
Muggle Police dispatcher (receives a call at 2 am): What seems to be the problem?
Mrs. Humbug: I'd like to report my neighbours again! They simply won't stop quarreling! They've been carrying on since 6 o'clock! Here, listen (holds the phone toward the Weasley residence)
Police: (Jumps back, as a loud crash is heard through his headset)
Hermione: Honestly Ron, if you don't like my cooking, why don't you do it yourself?
Ron: I've tasted better potion residue at the bottom of my pewter caldron than your cooking! Besides, I can't get my head around that Muggle cooker!
Hermione: You ought to put your head IN the cooker, then!
Ron: (Evidently shoves his head into the cooker)
Hermione: Ohhhhh! (Angrily casts a hex at Ron, all Mrs Humbug can see is a brilliant flash of light from the Weasley's window)
Ron:What the Bloody Hell did you do that for? (Fires a curse back)
Hermione: You're still imcompetant at at casting spells! You're supposed to wave your wand a criss-cross motion.
Ron: Like this?
Hermione: AAAAAAAY! (there is a loud crash and a blinding flash is seen from the windows) That was dodgy! (another flash is seen)
Ron: YAAAAAAAAAAAH!
(the sound of ten sets of little feet are hear running into the kitchen)
Ron II: Mummy, daddy, what is all this ruckus?
Harry Bob: I thought I was having a loud nightmare, but then I woke up, and came downstairs and saw you fighting.
Hermione: Go back to bed dears, your father and I are just discussing matters.
Ginny Sue: You mean you're having a row!
Ron: No we're not, now go back to bed, sweetie.
Little Molly: It's sounds like a row to me too.
Mrs. Humbug: It's like this almost every day! And they also have have a strange lighting system too, every time they have a row, they flash their lights on and off just like the lights in the dance pub!
Police: We'll investigate straightaway!
I couldn't think of a way to end this scene properly. I'm no fanfic writer.