Orbs of light flew from the street lamps that dotted the park into the silver device in Ron Weasley’s hand.
Ron returned the light to one lone lamp directly above him and his two children, creating an eerie glow around them that extended into pitch black.
“Handy things, these deluminators.” Ron shook the silver device as his young daughter, Rose, rolled her eyes.
“Daddy, are these theatrics really necessary?”
“Yes, they are. One can’t tell a ghost story without the proper setting, Rosie. I call this story, How Nearly Headless Nick Really Died.”
Now it was Ron’s son, Hugo’s turn to roll his eyes. “Nearly Headless Nick already told the Gryffindors that story, Dad. During his execution-”
“Yes, yes, I know the story he tells all the first-years, beheaded by a blunt axe, yada yada. Fun bedtime story, don’t you think? He would never tell you lot the real story, because that would traumatize you all,” Ron said, with a glint in his eyes. “But I know the real story…”
“But daddy, how can someone be nearly headless?”
“Good question Rosie! Well, it all starts in the Forbidden Forest…”
© Jade M. Wong
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction. I was going to continue, but I reached 200 words. Alas! This is where the story shall end…for now.
The sequel is out now! ~> How Nearly Headless Nick Really Died (part 2)