Weighing Out Party
Title: Weighing Out Party
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Ron, Luna
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 365
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt #164 - "Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat." (F Scott Fitzgerald)
Summary: Ron wishes the night was over. Follows Dashing Out Party.
Ron took a swig of pumpkin juice, wishing it was a poisoned potion. Death would be preferable to the hell he now found himself in. All of his friends had lost their minds and skived off with Slytherins, including his sister, Harry, and Hermione. It was a nightmare from which there was no escape.
"Hello, Ron! Have you seen the Blibbering Humdinger?"
Ron turned to see Luna beaming at him. Correction: now he was in hell.
"There's no such thing as a Blubbering Dinghimer," he muttered.
"You're right about that," said Luna, plopping onto the bench beside him. "But, there are Blibbering Humdingers. Even Harry saw it."
"Really?" scoffed Ron. "I didn't think Harry could see anything past Malfoy's fat head."
Luna reached out and patted Ron's hand. "You have an infestation of wrackspurts," she said. "You need to clear your mind to get rid of them."
"I have no mind left!" cried Ron. "My friends are mental, and my girlfriend left me for another girl. This night has been one long pain in the arse."
"Well, there's your problem," said Luna. "Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat."
Ron leveled a sullen look on her. "What do you mean?"
"Just because you've lost Hermione for tonight doesn't mean you've lost her forever," Luna told him. "You simply need to convince her that you're a better catch than Millie is."
Ron straightened from his slouch. What Loony said actually made sense. He was a Gryffindor; he wasn't going to give his girlfriend up without a fight. He'd let Hermione have her fun tonight, but tomorrow, Ron was determined to apologize for his behavior and make it up to her. Then, he'd rescue his sister from Parkinson's clutches, and Harry from old ferret-face, and...
Ron slumped again, weighed down by the formidable task ahead of him. "Why are all of my friends so thick?" he groaned to himself.
Luna patted his hand again and stood up. "You wouldn't want them any other way," she said. "Bye, Ron! I have a Blibbering Humdinger to find!" With that, she skipped away.
Ron watched her go and snorted. "At least the rest of them aren't loony."
Spelling Out Party
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Ron, Luna
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 365
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt #164 - "Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat." (F Scott Fitzgerald)
Summary: Ron wishes the night was over. Follows Dashing Out Party.
Ron took a swig of pumpkin juice, wishing it was a poisoned potion. Death would be preferable to the hell he now found himself in. All of his friends had lost their minds and skived off with Slytherins, including his sister, Harry, and Hermione. It was a nightmare from which there was no escape.
"Hello, Ron! Have you seen the Blibbering Humdinger?"
Ron turned to see Luna beaming at him. Correction: now he was in hell.
"There's no such thing as a Blubbering Dinghimer," he muttered.
"You're right about that," said Luna, plopping onto the bench beside him. "But, there are Blibbering Humdingers. Even Harry saw it."
"Really?" scoffed Ron. "I didn't think Harry could see anything past Malfoy's fat head."
Luna reached out and patted Ron's hand. "You have an infestation of wrackspurts," she said. "You need to clear your mind to get rid of them."
"I have no mind left!" cried Ron. "My friends are mental, and my girlfriend left me for another girl. This night has been one long pain in the arse."
"Well, there's your problem," said Luna. "Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat."
Ron leveled a sullen look on her. "What do you mean?"
"Just because you've lost Hermione for tonight doesn't mean you've lost her forever," Luna told him. "You simply need to convince her that you're a better catch than Millie is."
Ron straightened from his slouch. What Loony said actually made sense. He was a Gryffindor; he wasn't going to give his girlfriend up without a fight. He'd let Hermione have her fun tonight, but tomorrow, Ron was determined to apologize for his behavior and make it up to her. Then, he'd rescue his sister from Parkinson's clutches, and Harry from old ferret-face, and...
Ron slumped again, weighed down by the formidable task ahead of him. "Why are all of my friends so thick?" he groaned to himself.
Luna patted his hand again and stood up. "You wouldn't want them any other way," she said. "Bye, Ron! I have a Blibbering Humdinger to find!" With that, she skipped away.
Ron watched her go and snorted. "At least the rest of them aren't loony."
Spelling Out Party