All things Potterish belong to JK Rowling. not me. no, I'm not
related to her, and I cannot claim any of her characters, I can claim mine
though!!!! MUHAHAHAAHA!!!! Brighid is mine!!!!! :: clears throat :: sorry
about that, the evil me got away. really, I'm fine.
"Ronald Weasley, I swear to Merlin above that if ya don't come in here right now, so help me, I will hex you into oblivion! RON!!" Brighid Weasley was upset. Her Irish brogue kept increasing as she yelled at her husband. A little red head popped around the kitchen door.
"Mum, what did Dad do now?"
"Aidan, that's none of your business. Room, now!"
"Yes, Mum!" The seven year old knew better than to push his mother when her brogue was up and her freckles were almost hidden because she was so red.
Aidan turned around to run upstairs, but ran face first into his Dad. "Boy, Dad, Mum's in a right snit. You'll be lucky if you come out of there still able to hold a wand!" Ron's eyes got wider and his face turned just one shade paler. His son, while a Weasley, did not embellish, and knowing his wife, she would hex him so he couldn't stand upright, let alone use a wand.
"Don't you worry, Aidan." Ron ruffled his son's hair, which still had a bit of floo powder in it. "Now, I'd head up to your room if you don't want to see your dear old dad here hexed into the next universe." Aidan nodded, hugged his dad and ran upstairs. Ron smiled, knowing that Aidan would find a way to listen to the whole argument. After all, he was a Weasley.
"Yes, Darling?" Ron asked as he slowly came into the kitchen.
"Ya don't have the right to call me darlin'." Ron cringed. "Do ya even know whatcha've done?" Brighid was livid. She tried pulling her auburn ringlets out of her eyes, but they kept falling into her face because she shook her head with so much force. It was one of Ron's favorite things about his wife. When she got mad, she got her Irish up, and became more and more upset, and her face turned the color of her hair.
"I dropped Aidan with Mum?"
"Yes, you flooed him over there, not that I mind so much that he was there, Merlin knows, I love your mam and Aidan can always stay there, but because ya didna tell me where he was and you were supposta take care o' him! No, instead, you dropped him with your mam, and had a pint with Harry and your brither-in-law!" Ron started to move on the opposite side of the island in the kitchen to avoid any hexes she might throw at him. After all, she had turned his hair bright purple one time just because he made her mad.
"I'm sorry, love, really, I am. But, Harry and Draco wanted to have a pint before Harry had to leave for Hogwarts, and I thought."
"I don't care what Harry and Draco wanted, ya could have owled me." Her voice was becoming quiet, which was never a good sign.
"Ah, Bri, you won't let a little thing like this make you upset, especially since it is our anniversary tomorrow. You remember how we met?" Ron was hoping to distract his wife with their favorite story.
"Ronald Weasley, I swear to Merlin above that if ya don't come in here right now, so help me, I will hex you into oblivion! RON!!" Brighid Weasley was upset. Her Irish brogue kept increasing as she yelled at her husband. A little red head popped around the kitchen door.
"Mum, what did Dad do now?"
"Aidan, that's none of your business. Room, now!"
"Yes, Mum!" The seven year old knew better than to push his mother when her brogue was up and her freckles were almost hidden because she was so red.
Aidan turned around to run upstairs, but ran face first into his Dad. "Boy, Dad, Mum's in a right snit. You'll be lucky if you come out of there still able to hold a wand!" Ron's eyes got wider and his face turned just one shade paler. His son, while a Weasley, did not embellish, and knowing his wife, she would hex him so he couldn't stand upright, let alone use a wand.
"Don't you worry, Aidan." Ron ruffled his son's hair, which still had a bit of floo powder in it. "Now, I'd head up to your room if you don't want to see your dear old dad here hexed into the next universe." Aidan nodded, hugged his dad and ran upstairs. Ron smiled, knowing that Aidan would find a way to listen to the whole argument. After all, he was a Weasley.
"Yes, Darling?" Ron asked as he slowly came into the kitchen.
"Ya don't have the right to call me darlin'." Ron cringed. "Do ya even know whatcha've done?" Brighid was livid. She tried pulling her auburn ringlets out of her eyes, but they kept falling into her face because she shook her head with so much force. It was one of Ron's favorite things about his wife. When she got mad, she got her Irish up, and became more and more upset, and her face turned the color of her hair.
"I dropped Aidan with Mum?"
"Yes, you flooed him over there, not that I mind so much that he was there, Merlin knows, I love your mam and Aidan can always stay there, but because ya didna tell me where he was and you were supposta take care o' him! No, instead, you dropped him with your mam, and had a pint with Harry and your brither-in-law!" Ron started to move on the opposite side of the island in the kitchen to avoid any hexes she might throw at him. After all, she had turned his hair bright purple one time just because he made her mad.
"I'm sorry, love, really, I am. But, Harry and Draco wanted to have a pint before Harry had to leave for Hogwarts, and I thought."
"I don't care what Harry and Draco wanted, ya could have owled me." Her voice was becoming quiet, which was never a good sign.
"Ah, Bri, you won't let a little thing like this make you upset, especially since it is our anniversary tomorrow. You remember how we met?" Ron was hoping to distract his wife with their favorite story.