“Hugo Granger-Weasley, you march straight to your room! You are grounded until I say otherwise!” Hermione Granger pointed a finger up the stairs as her son trudged up each step.
“Oi, what’s the commotion?” Ron Weasley popped his head out from the kitchen, taking a bite of his freshly-made tuna sandwich.
“Your son—” Hermione swung around and jabbed her finger in her husband’s direction instead. “And your nephew, Fred II, thought it would be hilarious to bewitch a car and make it fly! Only the spell’s backfired and sent the car God-knows-where—are you laughing? Ronald!”
“Sorry, sorry!” Ron held up the sandwich in surrender. “But I think it’s my fault. Last night, I told Hugo and Freddie about the time I flew dad’s muggle car into the Whomping Willow at school. I guess they…got inspired?”
Hermione crossed her arms and glared at Ron with such intensity that he could have sworn his sandwich wilted under the pressure. “Someone’s got to explain this to the Ministry of Magic.”
Ron sighed. “I’ll get my coat.”
© Jade M. Wong 2017
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.
As soon as I saw the photo prompt, my Harry-Potter-loving-brain immediately remembered the scene from the second Harry Potter movie that Ron is describing. I’ve included a clip of the scene below, for anyone interested.
Also, for anyone confused, “muggle” means non-magic/non-magic folk.