What happens when Arthur Weasley goes to visit a Muggle store... (fic)
As part of my attempt to stay active and my newfound urge to write, here you go. It's probably really dumb, but I was jotting it down while nobody was in the store today.
Word count: 416
"The Original Magic Bullet", he read. "Magic? So how's that work, then? Extraordinary. I thought Muggles didn't use magic, but here it is!"
Ron looked a bit embarrassed as two of the nearby shoppers turned to stare at them. "Dad, shh.. keep your voice down, will you?"
Arthur Weasley paid no attention to his son; instead, he focused even more on the red and white box in front of him. "So what part of it is magic, then? And.. a bullet? I've heard of those!" he said excitedly. "People collect the old ones and put them in a case.. that must be a pretty big case if you're a serious collector. I hear they have at least a few dozen."
"But dad, you don't.." Ron began, but Mr. Weasley continued to ignore him.
"Wonder if any of 'em have a magic bullet though, that's the thing.."
"Dad," protested Ron feebly. People were starting to stare, and the more attention they got, the redder Ron's face began.
" Not now, son. This could be one of those dodgy objects they're having me watch out for, back at the office. Someone puts something out where Muggles can get to it, it's a potential liability right there."
Ron tugged on Mr. Weasley's arm, but it was to no avail. Ron didn't much like the unwanted attention; his face was nearly the shade of his hair.
"..and someone gets hurt." Mr. Weasley was saying, oblivious to the stares of other people around him. "I mean, or they actually see, you know.. magic and all.. that's several Aurors right there to do damage control; memory wiping spells and the like, you know. Probably more than a few sent to St. Mungos if it's a particularly nasty bit of work, I'd bet a few Galleons on that."
Ron managed to get his father's attention, at long last. "Look, dad... we're in a kitchen store, not a gun store or a magic shop. Muggle or otherwise." he added hastily, after seeing the look on his dad's face. "All we did was come in here to look for a birthday present for mum. Even though I think she'd prefer a self-cleaning oven to something in here."
Arthur's face lit up. "Ah, I remember that case! The wizard who patented that was a genius. His case file at the Ministry is fairly popular in my department. It was so well-made that they let it pass for a Muggle object in regular stores." Arthur said admiringly.
[fin] (because I have no idea how to continue it.)
Was it terrible? Good? Made you giggle? Please let me know. xD
I adore constructive criticism, and of course, general comments.
Also, I have no idea where to post it to get a larger reader base than my f-list. Suggestions are loved.
Now to go sleep off my terrible headache that's been raging the better part of four hours. <3
Word count: 416
"The Original Magic Bullet", he read. "Magic? So how's that work, then? Extraordinary. I thought Muggles didn't use magic, but here it is!"
Ron looked a bit embarrassed as two of the nearby shoppers turned to stare at them. "Dad, shh.. keep your voice down, will you?"
Arthur Weasley paid no attention to his son; instead, he focused even more on the red and white box in front of him. "So what part of it is magic, then? And.. a bullet? I've heard of those!" he said excitedly. "People collect the old ones and put them in a case.. that must be a pretty big case if you're a serious collector. I hear they have at least a few dozen."
"But dad, you don't.." Ron began, but Mr. Weasley continued to ignore him.
"Wonder if any of 'em have a magic bullet though, that's the thing.."
"Dad," protested Ron feebly. People were starting to stare, and the more attention they got, the redder Ron's face began.
" Not now, son. This could be one of those dodgy objects they're having me watch out for, back at the office. Someone puts something out where Muggles can get to it, it's a potential liability right there."
Ron tugged on Mr. Weasley's arm, but it was to no avail. Ron didn't much like the unwanted attention; his face was nearly the shade of his hair.
"..and someone gets hurt." Mr. Weasley was saying, oblivious to the stares of other people around him. "I mean, or they actually see, you know.. magic and all.. that's several Aurors right there to do damage control; memory wiping spells and the like, you know. Probably more than a few sent to St. Mungos if it's a particularly nasty bit of work, I'd bet a few Galleons on that."
Ron managed to get his father's attention, at long last. "Look, dad... we're in a kitchen store, not a gun store or a magic shop. Muggle or otherwise." he added hastily, after seeing the look on his dad's face. "All we did was come in here to look for a birthday present for mum. Even though I think she'd prefer a self-cleaning oven to something in here."
Arthur's face lit up. "Ah, I remember that case! The wizard who patented that was a genius. His case file at the Ministry is fairly popular in my department. It was so well-made that they let it pass for a Muggle object in regular stores." Arthur said admiringly.
[fin] (because I have no idea how to continue it.)
Was it terrible? Good? Made you giggle? Please let me know. xD
I adore constructive criticism, and of course, general comments.
Also, I have no idea where to post it to get a larger reader base than my f-list. Suggestions are loved.
Now to go sleep off my terrible headache that's been raging the better part of four hours. <3