What happens when Arthur Weasley goes to visit a Muggle store... (fic)

[shinydinosaur]

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

Comments

[ever-neutral.livejournal.com]

lol, I have no idea what they're actually talking about, but the writing is solid. :)

Hmm, there must be various HP fic comms floating around...

[maridee42.livejournal.com]

I LOVE THAT SELF-CLEANING OVENS ARE MAGICAL OBJECTS.

Mr. Weasley is amazing. Even if he loves us but doesn't know much about us. I kinda wonder if he's intentionally embarrassing Ron, here.

[shinydinosaur.livejournal.com]

No idea. xDD
My intention was really to get the flow of speech for someone who could babble on and on.. and Arthur Weasley's adorable ignorance of Muggle artifacts popped into my head. <3

[maridee42.livejournal.com]

It's adorable because he's fascinated by us but he knows so little about us. XD

You've definitely got the babble down pat, though. It's very smooth.

[shinydinosaur.livejournal.com]

Yay! So glad to hear it. :)

I figure if I can get that done, maybe just maybe I'll be able to work out how the Doctor talks. :)

[maridee42.livejournal.com]

OOO, that'll be fun.

Honestly? Just get a specific voice into your head - whichever Doctor you want to write about - and then just write things the way he'd see them. No babble's quite alike, after all.

[shinydinosaur.livejournal.com]

Well no, I don't mean to use the same kind of babbling.. but it IS babble, after all. If I can make it flow with the grammar and all, and it sounds right to me, I've got the Doctor's voice in my head already, but it's not quite strong yet.

It's what I do when I RP as Wash or Giles for Mafia games.. they implant themselves into my head and then I'm able to really be them.

[maridee42.livejournal.com]

I know what you mean. That was my problem with Kim last Mafia and Ilana the Mafia before Whebrams that I was able to play. I couldn't quite get their voices: Kim because I didn't watch KP enough, and Ilana because she barely even had a voice in Lost at all. I'm Rorschach this round, which should be interesting as he has a very distinctive voice.

LOL, talking about voices in our heads makes me feel schizophrenic.

[shinydinosaur.livejournal.com]

Psh. If that classifies someone as schizophrenic then you could've signed me up back in lower school when I had Kovu's voice from Lion King II in my head, and my friends and I would practically act some of it out on the playground.

[maridee42.livejournal.com]

OOO, OOO, you did that too? Except me and my friends would act out Indians, or bring Polly Pockets to school, and I would mistake their underwear for swimwear.

...I didn't actually own any Polly Pockets.

[shinydinosaur.livejournal.com]

I had an entire Indian alternate ego in my head when I was around, like... seven?
Then I grew up... and added an elf. xD

[maridee42.livejournal.com]

I had a bunch of people I used to pretend to be, when I wasn't reading. I'd be a mermaid in my grandma's pool, or an Indian at the park, or a character from whatever book I was reading. There was a dryad in our honeysuckle bush. XD

[shinydinosaur.livejournal.com]

Yessssss :D