Peter Pan Was Ginger
Author: tobrecan
Fandom: Harry Potter
Title: Peter Pan Was Ginger
Word Count: 349
Disclaimer: The Weasleys belong to JKR. I stake no claim!
Word: honour
"You evil man! You have no honour!"
George balanced precariously on the edge of the bed, waving his arms around wildly in a mad impersonation of a windmill. The wooden sword in his hand almost clipped Ron over the head.
"OI!" he bellowed, but the twins were too absorbed in their game.
"I have much more honour than you, pesky little boy!" George retorted, managing a dramatic sneer that turned into a strange gurn as his eye patch unravelled and fell into Ron's soup.
Ron's gaze went from his brother to his soup. He quietly put the bowl on the bedside table.
"Old man, you are nothing compared to me! I am Peter Pan, leader of the Lost Boys!" Fred trumpeted, and more leaves fell off his charmed coat. Their mother was going to kill them for the mess that stupid coat made, Ron decided. "I will beat you into a pulp!"
"They sound like they're really enjoying themselves," Ginny mumbled, removing her thumb to speak before inserting it back into her mouth. She didn't open her eyes as she spoke.
"I knew this was the wrong book to read you," Ron said quietly with a sigh. "They shouldn't be making such a noise if you're sick."
"I don't mind. It's funny. Join in," his sister said. "I just want to doze anyway."
Ron wasn't happy with this. "Are you sure? We haven't got to the bit where--"
"It's fine. They're too bouncy and I won't be able to concentrate. I'll find out how Peter rescues Wendy later."
It was a hard decision, but Ron's long-lived interest in Peter Pan got the better of him. He patted his sister on the shoulder and jumped up onto the trunk at the end of her bed, wrenching the wooden sword off Fred.
"I AM THE TRUE PETER PAN!" he roared. "You are an imposter! I am the true leader of the Lost Boys! Mwahaha! YOU WILL BOTH DIE!"
It descended into chaos right about there. Ginny smiled to herself, still sucking her thumb.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Title: Peter Pan Was Ginger
Word Count: 349
Disclaimer: The Weasleys belong to JKR. I stake no claim!
Word: honour
"You evil man! You have no honour!"
George balanced precariously on the edge of the bed, waving his arms around wildly in a mad impersonation of a windmill. The wooden sword in his hand almost clipped Ron over the head.
"OI!" he bellowed, but the twins were too absorbed in their game.
"I have much more honour than you, pesky little boy!" George retorted, managing a dramatic sneer that turned into a strange gurn as his eye patch unravelled and fell into Ron's soup.
Ron's gaze went from his brother to his soup. He quietly put the bowl on the bedside table.
"Old man, you are nothing compared to me! I am Peter Pan, leader of the Lost Boys!" Fred trumpeted, and more leaves fell off his charmed coat. Their mother was going to kill them for the mess that stupid coat made, Ron decided. "I will beat you into a pulp!"
"They sound like they're really enjoying themselves," Ginny mumbled, removing her thumb to speak before inserting it back into her mouth. She didn't open her eyes as she spoke.
"I knew this was the wrong book to read you," Ron said quietly with a sigh. "They shouldn't be making such a noise if you're sick."
"I don't mind. It's funny. Join in," his sister said. "I just want to doze anyway."
Ron wasn't happy with this. "Are you sure? We haven't got to the bit where--"
"It's fine. They're too bouncy and I won't be able to concentrate. I'll find out how Peter rescues Wendy later."
It was a hard decision, but Ron's long-lived interest in Peter Pan got the better of him. He patted his sister on the shoulder and jumped up onto the trunk at the end of her bed, wrenching the wooden sword off Fred.
"I AM THE TRUE PETER PAN!" he roared. "You are an imposter! I am the true leader of the Lost Boys! Mwahaha! YOU WILL BOTH DIE!"
It descended into chaos right about there. Ginny smiled to herself, still sucking her thumb.