hello.
how are you.
wishing I'd stop wasting your time?
...
oh.
ok. well, then. this (or these, if I submit more in the future) fanfiction(s?) is(are?) courtesy of my friend Hannah, or Lumos Solaria, who gave me the prompt(s?). I'll explain later.
yes, it's Ron and Hermione, and a little Lunitachi, if anybody here read Naruto, said man Luna skips off to is Itachi.
dislcaimer, I own virtually nothing here, AND I TOTALLY MESSED UP THE TIMELINE.
I couldn't for the life of me remember when they were learning silencing charms. Lumos Solaria was telling me it was book five, but if that's true, then I messed up. because not being able to decide what book it was in, I decided that students learn silencing charms in third year. I don't know, leave it be... so that's true for the next five minutes. then you stop reading and it stops being true.
now I'll actually stop wasting your time --;;
--wheeeeee--
"Silencio
"Silencio!"
"Moron."
"Shut up. Silencio, silencio!"
"Jerk."
"You old toad!" Ron drew a breath to utter a considerably worse hex, but was interrupted by a hypocritical 'what are you doing?' from a girl fiddling with something that looked like floating silly putty.
"Luna." Ron made a little face. "I'm not doing anything."
"Oh. Sorry. It looked like you were about to curse that thing." Luna gestured vaguely towards the large, grumpy looking frog hopping uncomfortably about on a stump. It looked up at her exasperatedly.
"I'm not a thing. I'm a frog."
"Oh," Said Luna again, her eyes widening a bit. "Look, Ron, it talks..."
"I know." Ron said bitterly. "And I can't get it to stop."
"That's simply enough," Luna said. "Hand him here." Ron shrugged, scooped up the unhappy frog and set him roughly in her hand, floating silly putty left to drift towards the lake. Luna pulled her wand out from her robes, pointed it at the frog, gave it a little flick and said "Silencio!"
The frog attempted to croak in surprise as the spell washed over him, and then attempted to curse as he found that he couldn't do just that.
Luna set the frog down on the overgrown lawn where she and Ron stood, and he hopped away sulkily.
"You can't do a silencing charm?" Luna said suddenly. "We learned them last year. You're not very good at magic, are you?"
"I can do plenty of magic!" Said Ron indignantly.
"I know you can, I've seen you practicing. You're just not very good."
"Look, are you here to insult me, or what?"
"No," Luna said. "I'm not here to insult you. Where did you come across a talking frog?"
"...Well, it didn't talk when I found it."
"Did it whistle?"
"What?"
"Did it whistle," Luna repeated. Ron just shrugged.
"I dunno. It might've."
"All right." She paused. "Then how come it was talking just now?"
"Well, I charmed it that way, didn't I?"
"I don't know. Did you?"
Ron blinked. "Well yeah, I just said."
"Oh. Okay."
Luna seemed momentarily lost in thought, so Ron turned to leave. It's not as though he wanted to spend an hour pretending he didn't feel awkward. But he was interrupted.
"Why did you charm it?"
"So it would talk."
"Yes, but why did you want it to talk? Do you have dragonpox?"
"Do I have... no... What?"
"Frogs know the cure to dragonpox."
"...Frogs don't know anything but swears."
"No," Luna said, "They know how to cure dragonpox."
Shrug. "Okay."
"Were you trying to practice a silencing charm on it?"
Ron scrutinized Luna's expression for any hint of humor, and upon finding none, shrugged again. "Yeah. I was."
"Because you still don't know how?"
Ron made a face. "I can't help it, I haven't had to use one since we were tested on them. So... well, I forgot. I wasn't ever good at them to begin with," he added. "So it's to be expected, really..."
"You should practice spells regularly," Luna said smartly. "Because sometimes it's harder to relearn things than to learn them in the first place. Daddy was telling me about the-"
"It's ok, Luna, I don't really care."
She gave him a look. "You should. It's important."
"Yeah... yeah, probably. But I don't care."
"Alright." Another pause, and she continued with her interrogation of why Ron had been brandishing his wand at an amphibian. "How come you only remembered now?"
"Eh, Hermione."
"Pardon?"
"Hermione." Ron repeated, reproach coloring his tone. "She asked me to turn off my music because she was reading, and couldn't I listen to it up in the dorm. I didn't feel like getting up, so I tried to silence it, and the spell just..." he mimed a failed attempt, making it seem rather explosive.
Luna had sat down on the stump. "She laughed at you?"
"She scolded me. Derisively."
"So you're practicing now?"
"Yeah." Ron gestured in the direction his frog had hopped off to. "I caught that down by the lake. But it wouldn't croak or anything, so I just... charmed it into talking, so I could provoke it or something."
"It did seem a bit miffed, didn't it..." Luna trailed off, as though she'd only just realized this. She might have. "So you were practicing to impress her?"
Ron spluttered in indignation, and Luna said, "You weren't?"
"No, I wasn't, I don't care what she thinks!"
"Then you probably wouldn't be out here practicing because she told you your wandwork was mediocre."
"It's not mediocre."
"Right." Luna said, as though she were memorizing a particularly complicated incantation. "But if you ask me, you could probably impress her more with this charm." She pulled out her wand, with a smile. "I learned this one," she said, "By myself. It was in the textbook, but no one ever taught it. So I thought I ought to try it."
Ron watched, apprehensive at the potential danger of being in the area as Luna Lovegood performed a charm she'd taught herself.
"Orchideous!"
The spell, far from being dangerous, simply produced a full bouquet of deep red carnations. Luna inspected them. "They're always carnations," she said. "I can't ever make them turn out to be something else. I can make them yellow, though," she added.
"Flowers?"
"Yes, do you like them?"
"No- or Yes, I don't care- you want me to give Hermione flowers?"
"It's better than vanishing her voice."
"If I show up with a bouquet like that I'll have to silence her, or she'd..." he didn't finish the sentence, as he didn't actually know what she would do, but the meaning didn't change. There was still no way in hell he was showing up in the common room with a bundle of carnations.
Luna was rearranging her bouquet, to no apparent avail, but she seemed pleased. "She'll like them," Luna said. "Most people like flowers."
"Some people."
"You don't?"
"They're fine, but..."
"Flowers ward away darkening bugs."
"...What?"
"The gnats that bring the witching hour."
"Yeah. Yeah, sure, I'll risk being attacked by darky bugs.
"Darkening."
Another pause ensued. Ron was beginning to wonder if he couldn't just leave her standing there. It wasn't particularly nice, but then again, surely she was used to it? She was Loony Luna, people must walk out on her all the time.
"I think you like her," Luna said, as suddenly as she said anything.
"Who likes what?" Ron said, having been paying little attention.
"You and Hermione."
"That may be the stupidest thing you've ever said."
"You shouldn't assume that, Ronald," Luna said seriously, "There's no set way-"
"Look, Luna," Ron interrupted. "I don't like her."
But Luna was looking at something far behind Ron, with obvious interest. "You know," she said, "I think I have to go. Good luck with Hermione." She hopped off the stump and began waltzing down the lawn towards a figure in standard black robes.
"Oi! Luna!"
"Ron?"
"What the hell was the point of that inquisition?"
"Well, that's what friends are supposed to do, right?" she waved exaggeratedly.
"Friends." Ron muttered. "Yes, I'm friends with Loony Luna Lovegood, that'll get me in with the crowd." But he returned the wave, and watched her leave.
And then she was out of sight, and he sat down on the stump she had deserted. He studied his wand. Gave it a flick. "Orchideous." He murmured, feeling a little silly.
It didn't give him a bouquet, like Luna's charm had. He didn't get a single carnation. He didn't get a rose, he didn't get a lily, and there wasn't a daffodil in sight. He had a pansy.
That's all his charm had come up with, a pansy. He shrugged. It couldn't be that bad, for a first try.
He spent half an hour on that stump, flicking his wand this way and that, a mild obsession taking him.
"Ron?"
He jumped. "Hermione?"
"What are you doing out here? I thought you were going to meet us in the common room fifteen minutes ago."
"Oh- I was." He jumped up, stumbling slightly over the lace of his trainers. "Sorry. I got caught up."
"Orchideous?" Hermione asked, noting the pansies lying around him. "You've been practicing Orchideous?"
Ron winced a bit. "Well... yeah... I thought I might as well... but all I got were pansies. Couldn't get anything else."
"You should be able to, if you keep trying. See- Orchideous!" she flicked her wand, and from the tip burst a medley of violets and begonias and snapdragons and daisies. "There. It's not so hard."
"Oh... wow." Ron looked in amazement at the blooms in Hermione's arms. "Geez, Hermione. How long did you have to practice?"
"I, well..." she blushed a bit. "Not really very long." Ron looked affronted that this had come so easily to her. "It's- it's not that- I had to practice a bit!" Hermione said apologetically. "I..." she looked down at the bouquet she was holding and sighed. "I'm sorry, Ron. I can help you, if you like."
"It's ok." Ron said. "I don't really need to be able to make flowers appear."
"All right, then," Hermione said. "Shall we head back up to the castle?"
"Yeah," Ron said. "Is Harry waiting?"
"Yes, but he's working on McGonagall's essay, so he doesn't need distraction. He'll be fine."
Ron thought otherwise, but didn't say so.
"Hey, Ron?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you want these?" Hermione held up the flowers. "I don't know what to do with them now."
"Oh..." Ron shrugged. "Ok." He took them from her, rather clumsily. "Everybody likes flowers, I guess," he mumbled to himself, and if Hermione heard, she didn't say anything.
--magicalpopcorn--
yup. that's it. the third year thing doesn't count anymore.
anyways.
this fanfiction will be made up of prompts Lumos Solaria has given me- she's given me one a week until January sometime xD (note- the chapter title will always be a version of her prompt so you know what I was working with. unless the prompt is too long, in which case I'll just give it to you here. the full prompts for this one was 'chose your poison- er, pairing, and throw in a few talking frogs.')
the Naruto prompts she gives me will be under I Blame Hannah, and I'm planning on submitting any death note work (there is none so far) as 'this is also Hannah's fault'. if you're interested. which you're not. in fact, you're not reading this, because author's notes are not interesting to you. you've just clicked off this page, deciding that my attempt at a Harry Potter fic was pathetic enough that it wasn't even worth a quick review.
be that way, then.
