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I finally joined a challenge community, something I've been wanting to do for a while now. So, I've written my first real genfic for diricawl_way's Stars and Scabbers challenge. x.x'
Title: Case of the Dancing Stars
Rating: PG for slight language
Characters: Trio, Gryff. Boys, Ginny, & Scabbers
Word Count: 677
Case of the Dancing Stars
“But it looks so cute on him, Ron!”
“For the last time, Gin, he just looks bloody stupid! Besides, he doesn’t need a collar, he’s a rat!”
“Hmph.” Ginny stomped up to her room, taking the golden collar and mini green bracelet with her. Ron grimaced, rubbing Scabbers’s fur as he plopped himself into one of the Common Room’s many squishy armchairs. “Harry, why in the world would anyone want to put a collar and a bracelet on a rat? I mean, he’s pathetic enough as it is, isn’t he?” He scrunched his face in distaste, continuing to rub his rat’s fur.
Harry glanced at the aging rat and then at the staircase Ginny had just stomped off up. “Dunno,” he replied, “Girls are odd.”
“Yeah, tell me about it.”
***
The rat squeaked wildly as she held it, but she refused to let it go, squeezing harder the more it panicked, until she feared it’d pop like a balloon if she gripped it any tighter. “Astrum decoro!” she whispered hurriedly, sweeping her wand over the back of the rat before releasing her hand and letting it fall a few inches to the floor.
After glancing over to make sure the boys were still asleep, she crept back out the door, tiptoeing back to her dormitory.
***
“Ron, what is that?” Seamus asked Ron the next morning, glancing at something behind him that reflected in the mirror where he stood knotting his tie.
“Wazwat?” Ron mumbled groggily as he sat up, hair mused from sleep. He rubbed his eyes, yawning.
“Your rat,” Neville informed him. “He’s got something on his back.”
“It looks like - “ Dean began.
“ - stars or something, Ron,” Harry finished.
“Stars? What’re you all on about?” Ron asked, shoving off his covers and padding over to where the second year Gryffindor boys were staring at the rat. “Merlin!” he yelled. There were indeed a number of charming black stars dancing upon the rat’s back.
***
“Ginny!” Ginny ignored her brother as he boomed down the stairs into the Common Room that morning, his dorm-mates trailing behind him and trying not to smile. He had no right to be rude with her like he had been yesterday, and why he wanted to talk to her now, she was not interested in knowing. But he stormed over to where she stood chatting with Hermione, who looked up at Ron as he stomped over.
“Ron, what’s the matter? You look all bent out of sorts,” she said, pushing her bushy brown hair behind her ears.
“I’ll tell you what’s the matter!” he yelled, “She didn’t like not being able to dress up my rat yesterday, so she put some kind of spell on him to make his fur all starry! See?!” Ron held out his rat, whose back still had stars dancing all around it.
“I did no such thing, Ronald,” Ginny replied. “And you have no right to - “
“You did too! Why else would he be - ?!” Ron shouted.
“She’s right, you know,” Hermione cut him off. “That’s a sort of decoration charm, and we don’t learn those until second year.”
“She could have learnt it,” he muttered, looking at the ceiling.
“Only if someone taught her. The wand movement required is somewhat complex.”
Behind Ron, Harry’s smile ceased to be present on his face; it was replaced with a questioning look at Hermione. “Hermione?” he asked.
She blushed slightly, and Ron’s eyes bulged. “You did it?!” Ron shouted, incredulous.
“Just because you made Ginny feel really bad last night,” she replied, looking at her feet. “It wasn’t very nice.”
“Wasn’t very - hell,” Ron replied, at a temporary loss for words.
“Here, give me the rat,” she sighed, “Finite Incantatem.” The stars on Scabbers’ back faded and disappeared, “It was simple to get rid of, really. Nothing you needed to get so upset over.”
“Sorry, Ginny,” Ron muttered.
“That’s all right,” she said, “But the stars did look quite nice, I wonder if…”
Ron sighed. There was no way he was ever going to understand girls.
FIN
Title: Case of the Dancing Stars
Rating: PG for slight language
Characters: Trio, Gryff. Boys, Ginny, & Scabbers
Word Count: 677
Case of the Dancing Stars
“But it looks so cute on him, Ron!”
“For the last time, Gin, he just looks bloody stupid! Besides, he doesn’t need a collar, he’s a rat!”
“Hmph.” Ginny stomped up to her room, taking the golden collar and mini green bracelet with her. Ron grimaced, rubbing Scabbers’s fur as he plopped himself into one of the Common Room’s many squishy armchairs. “Harry, why in the world would anyone want to put a collar and a bracelet on a rat? I mean, he’s pathetic enough as it is, isn’t he?” He scrunched his face in distaste, continuing to rub his rat’s fur.
Harry glanced at the aging rat and then at the staircase Ginny had just stomped off up. “Dunno,” he replied, “Girls are odd.”
“Yeah, tell me about it.”
***
The rat squeaked wildly as she held it, but she refused to let it go, squeezing harder the more it panicked, until she feared it’d pop like a balloon if she gripped it any tighter. “Astrum decoro!” she whispered hurriedly, sweeping her wand over the back of the rat before releasing her hand and letting it fall a few inches to the floor.
After glancing over to make sure the boys were still asleep, she crept back out the door, tiptoeing back to her dormitory.
***
“Ron, what is that?” Seamus asked Ron the next morning, glancing at something behind him that reflected in the mirror where he stood knotting his tie.
“Wazwat?” Ron mumbled groggily as he sat up, hair mused from sleep. He rubbed his eyes, yawning.
“Your rat,” Neville informed him. “He’s got something on his back.”
“It looks like - “ Dean began.
“ - stars or something, Ron,” Harry finished.
“Stars? What’re you all on about?” Ron asked, shoving off his covers and padding over to where the second year Gryffindor boys were staring at the rat. “Merlin!” he yelled. There were indeed a number of charming black stars dancing upon the rat’s back.
***
“Ginny!” Ginny ignored her brother as he boomed down the stairs into the Common Room that morning, his dorm-mates trailing behind him and trying not to smile. He had no right to be rude with her like he had been yesterday, and why he wanted to talk to her now, she was not interested in knowing. But he stormed over to where she stood chatting with Hermione, who looked up at Ron as he stomped over.
“Ron, what’s the matter? You look all bent out of sorts,” she said, pushing her bushy brown hair behind her ears.
“I’ll tell you what’s the matter!” he yelled, “She didn’t like not being able to dress up my rat yesterday, so she put some kind of spell on him to make his fur all starry! See?!” Ron held out his rat, whose back still had stars dancing all around it.
“I did no such thing, Ronald,” Ginny replied. “And you have no right to - “
“You did too! Why else would he be - ?!” Ron shouted.
“She’s right, you know,” Hermione cut him off. “That’s a sort of decoration charm, and we don’t learn those until second year.”
“She could have learnt it,” he muttered, looking at the ceiling.
“Only if someone taught her. The wand movement required is somewhat complex.”
Behind Ron, Harry’s smile ceased to be present on his face; it was replaced with a questioning look at Hermione. “Hermione?” he asked.
She blushed slightly, and Ron’s eyes bulged. “You did it?!” Ron shouted, incredulous.
“Just because you made Ginny feel really bad last night,” she replied, looking at her feet. “It wasn’t very nice.”
“Wasn’t very - hell,” Ron replied, at a temporary loss for words.
“Here, give me the rat,” she sighed, “Finite Incantatem.” The stars on Scabbers’ back faded and disappeared, “It was simple to get rid of, really. Nothing you needed to get so upset over.”
“Sorry, Ginny,” Ron muttered.
“That’s all right,” she said, “But the stars did look quite nice, I wonder if…”
Ron sighed. There was no way he was ever going to understand girls.
FIN