Author's note: I do remember that I have another fic that is waiting for me to update every so often, but this will help with the times that I have writer's block or need a break from Suburbian Struggles. This is the first of a series of oneshots called the Dream Series. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I own not one single solitary thing. I do not own any of the characters or original ideas. The only things I own are a computer, books that I read excessively, and a severely screwed up mind.
The Pricing Gun
Arthur Weasley waited patiently for his wife, Molly, to leave for Diagon Alley. He had found a new Muggle gadget and really wanted to see how it worked.
"I'll just be gone for a little while, Arthur," Molly called to him. "No more than an hour or so." Arthur waited until after she had called out Diagon Alley and heard the whoosh of flames. Then he reached under the bed, pulled out a pricing gun and laughed maniacally. He started pricing all of the things in his room.
"Arthur, I just forgot to grab my…" Molly's voice trailed off as she stared horrified at what she saw. She couldn't have looked more shocked if she had walked in on Arthur dressed in drag and doing the hula saying that his name was Sparkle. "Arthur!" Molly gasped, "What. Are. You. Doing?"
Arthur turned slowly, seeing the look on his wife's face that was normally reserved for Fred and George. "M-m-molly. Were-were-weren't you g-g-going to the st-st-store?" he managed to stutter. Arthur guiltily looked around the room, seeing little orange stickers on various objects.
"Arthur," Molly said, her voice seeming to just barely contain itself from screaming and her eyes glaring, "Give. Whatever that is. To. Me."
At this point Arthur completely lost his head and forgot who he was dealing with. "NO!!!" he screamed and dashed around Molly. He tried to run out into the yard, maybe in an attempt to lose her among the chickens and the gnomes. This tactic, however, did not work as planned. As Arthur was going down the stairs, he tripped over Errol, what he was doing on the steps no on could really say, and fell flat on his face at the bottom of the stairs. At this point Molly caught up with him, tackled him just as he was getting up and wrestled it out of his hand.
"Now," she said panting, "I have warned you not to mess around with Muggle contraptions in this house. You may take this out to the shed and tinker with it out there. But if I ever find it inside again, I will decide that the reason it is inside is because you have too many things in the shed and, in an effort to be a helpful wife, I will relieve you of some of your Muggle things, starting with the plugs. Understand?"
Arthur hung his head and meekly took the pricing gun. He then decided two things. First, enlarge the shed magically and never bring anything else inside. Second, ask Fred and George how to deal with Molly.
Thank you for reading this fic. It came to me from a dream and it seemed to fit Arthur so perfectly. Hopefully, I'll have another fic or another chapter up soon. Happy Birthday Harry! Please review.