Ron dies indignantly on Fridays
I am in a very bad mood today, so it seemed a good idea to kill Ron :)
Happy Friday!
Ron was walking along kicking rocks into the lake. He was in a foul mood, and the clunk and splash of the rocks gave him a sort of angry satisfaction.
Suddenly, the water heaved and the giant squid's tentacles could be seen frothing towards the shallows, the sinewy muscles bunching in the weaving, twisting arms. A froth of foam reached his feet on the edge of the lake, before he took off running towards the safety of the castle. Suddenly, he pitched forward, reaching out with his hands to catch himself before he hit the ground. His shoelaces were undone, and one was firmly planted under his opposing foot.
He lay on the ground for a second before rolling over, but the sound of the water in turmoil behind soon urged him back to his feet. His hands were stinging, skinned palms with small bits of rock embedded in his flesh. He stared stupidly at his hands for a second before a gruff voice interrupted his meditation of pain.
"Hey! What're yeh doin' to tha' squid?" Hagrid was striding across the lawn towards him, his infamous pink umbrella poking out beneath the folds of the moleskin coat.
"I wasn't doing a thing!" Ron whined. "It just went mad, or something."
Hagrid paused to look at the squids squirming arms, still frothing the water's surface.
"Hmm..." Hagrid muttered, rubbing his beard and squinting towards the lake. "Well...seeing as 'ow it don' seem 'urt, you can go. But, no more rock throwin' at the lake, all righ' ?"
Ron nodded mutely, his eyes narrowed at Hagrid's feet. "Right," he finally muttered.
He swirled around and started back towards the castle. He really needed to pound something. His fists clenched, and he punched one hand into the other's palm, only to yelp and jump a bit at the pain. He'd forgotten his skinned palms. He shook his hands rigorously and his wand slipped out of his robe pocket with the motion, bouncing, and then rolling down the slope, back toward the lake. He bent and ran, trying to catch it and pick it up before it hit the water. In his hunched gait, he didn't notice Malfoy strolling around the lake, until it was too late.
His wand rolled down and bumped right into Malfoy's foot. Malfoy bent and retrieved it with a single graceful swoop. Then he held it up between his finger and thumb, twirling it mockingly at Ron.
Ron straightened, and stopped, his stance defiant. "Give it here, Malfoy!" Ron shouted.
"Say, please..." drawled Malfoy.
"Why you..." Ron's fists tightened once again, and the sting of the small bits of gravel grinding deeper in his hands only enraged him more. Ron jumped towards Malfoy, but once more that pesky untied shoelace stopped his flight before it had really started and he pitched forward and continued in an awkward flapping sort of arc right to the ground.
Malfoy laughed nastily, and turning, threw the wand directly into the lake. Then he ran.
Ron groaned, and rolled over again. Glancing up, he saw a tentacle of giant proportions, slowly slithering towards the shore. It stopped, and snaked itself around a bit of flotsam wood. Then, the squid disappeared.
Ron sat up, rubbing the sand out of his hair, and once more eyeing his bleeding hands. A small ripple disturbed the surface of the lake. Ron continued to examine himself, brushing off dirt, and gently feeling each of his limbs and extremities for damage. A jet of light erupted from the middle of the lake, and hit Ron squarely between his widened and stupefied eyes.
The squid emitted a high pitched gurgling sound that anyone who heard, would describe only as, 'a watery laughter' and threw the wand end over end, back to hit the dirt by Ron's four furry feet.
Ron tried to pick it up, but to his horror, he found that his black paws were ill-equipped to hold a wand. He squirmed this way and that, falling to the ground again and again while trying to walk on his back paws only. Finally he grabbed the wand up in his teeth, whiskers twitching and with a deranged anger gleaming in his eye took off towards the castle, wincing each time one of his skinned paws struck the ground.
Hagrid was just ahead, he was strolling back towards his hut.
Hagrid turned at the squealing he heard behind, and seeing the black and white polecat streaking straight towards his hen house, he took out his trusty umbrella, swung it round once, twice, and brought it down directly on the head of the mad and foaming black and white animal.
A great crack accompanied the strike, and the animal twitched uncontrollably on the ground for a minute before Hagrid brought his foot down squarely on the head, and ground his heel.
Then, he noticed the wand, and picked it up. "Hmmm...mus' belong to a student. Looks a bit like Ron's. I'll get it to Dumbledore, he'll be able to restore it." he thought, and strode away from the flattened fur that was now ground into the grass, and barely visible until one was right upon it.
Feedback appreciated.
Happy Friday!
Ron was walking along kicking rocks into the lake. He was in a foul mood, and the clunk and splash of the rocks gave him a sort of angry satisfaction.
Suddenly, the water heaved and the giant squid's tentacles could be seen frothing towards the shallows, the sinewy muscles bunching in the weaving, twisting arms. A froth of foam reached his feet on the edge of the lake, before he took off running towards the safety of the castle. Suddenly, he pitched forward, reaching out with his hands to catch himself before he hit the ground. His shoelaces were undone, and one was firmly planted under his opposing foot.
He lay on the ground for a second before rolling over, but the sound of the water in turmoil behind soon urged him back to his feet. His hands were stinging, skinned palms with small bits of rock embedded in his flesh. He stared stupidly at his hands for a second before a gruff voice interrupted his meditation of pain.
"Hey! What're yeh doin' to tha' squid?" Hagrid was striding across the lawn towards him, his infamous pink umbrella poking out beneath the folds of the moleskin coat.
"I wasn't doing a thing!" Ron whined. "It just went mad, or something."
Hagrid paused to look at the squids squirming arms, still frothing the water's surface.
"Hmm..." Hagrid muttered, rubbing his beard and squinting towards the lake. "Well...seeing as 'ow it don' seem 'urt, you can go. But, no more rock throwin' at the lake, all righ' ?"
Ron nodded mutely, his eyes narrowed at Hagrid's feet. "Right," he finally muttered.
He swirled around and started back towards the castle. He really needed to pound something. His fists clenched, and he punched one hand into the other's palm, only to yelp and jump a bit at the pain. He'd forgotten his skinned palms. He shook his hands rigorously and his wand slipped out of his robe pocket with the motion, bouncing, and then rolling down the slope, back toward the lake. He bent and ran, trying to catch it and pick it up before it hit the water. In his hunched gait, he didn't notice Malfoy strolling around the lake, until it was too late.
His wand rolled down and bumped right into Malfoy's foot. Malfoy bent and retrieved it with a single graceful swoop. Then he held it up between his finger and thumb, twirling it mockingly at Ron.
Ron straightened, and stopped, his stance defiant. "Give it here, Malfoy!" Ron shouted.
"Say, please..." drawled Malfoy.
"Why you..." Ron's fists tightened once again, and the sting of the small bits of gravel grinding deeper in his hands only enraged him more. Ron jumped towards Malfoy, but once more that pesky untied shoelace stopped his flight before it had really started and he pitched forward and continued in an awkward flapping sort of arc right to the ground.
Malfoy laughed nastily, and turning, threw the wand directly into the lake. Then he ran.
Ron groaned, and rolled over again. Glancing up, he saw a tentacle of giant proportions, slowly slithering towards the shore. It stopped, and snaked itself around a bit of flotsam wood. Then, the squid disappeared.
Ron sat up, rubbing the sand out of his hair, and once more eyeing his bleeding hands. A small ripple disturbed the surface of the lake. Ron continued to examine himself, brushing off dirt, and gently feeling each of his limbs and extremities for damage. A jet of light erupted from the middle of the lake, and hit Ron squarely between his widened and stupefied eyes.
The squid emitted a high pitched gurgling sound that anyone who heard, would describe only as, 'a watery laughter' and threw the wand end over end, back to hit the dirt by Ron's four furry feet.
Ron tried to pick it up, but to his horror, he found that his black paws were ill-equipped to hold a wand. He squirmed this way and that, falling to the ground again and again while trying to walk on his back paws only. Finally he grabbed the wand up in his teeth, whiskers twitching and with a deranged anger gleaming in his eye took off towards the castle, wincing each time one of his skinned paws struck the ground.
Hagrid was just ahead, he was strolling back towards his hut.
Hagrid turned at the squealing he heard behind, and seeing the black and white polecat streaking straight towards his hen house, he took out his trusty umbrella, swung it round once, twice, and brought it down directly on the head of the mad and foaming black and white animal.
A great crack accompanied the strike, and the animal twitched uncontrollably on the ground for a minute before Hagrid brought his foot down squarely on the head, and ground his heel.
Then, he noticed the wand, and picked it up. "Hmmm...mus' belong to a student. Looks a bit like Ron's. I'll get it to Dumbledore, he'll be able to restore it." he thought, and strode away from the flattened fur that was now ground into the grass, and barely visible until one was right upon it.
Feedback appreciated.