Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Assignment #2 - Gardening: write about a tornado


A sound like a dying hippogriff tore through the air moments before the shed shattered into a million pieces. Chunks of wood mixed with odd bits and pieces of muggle inventions that Arthur had kept stored inside the shed. The debris from the now destroyed shed whipped through the air as a ferocious wind plucked and pulled at the bits and pieces.

A body lay face down, covered by what remained of an old wooden chair. Only a few feet away a swirling vortex of air that was steadily moving away from the Burrow and gaining power. Arthur's thinning hair was whipped back and his secondhand robes were scattered with fresh tears. A large slightly dazed smile stretched across his lips as he lifted himself up off the ground.

"Arthur!" A harried Molly Weasley screeched as she flew out of the Burrow, floating knitting needles and a half finished sweater chasing after her. "Arthur, what have you done now?"

"Molly Wobbles," Arthur greeted his smile sliding off his face when he noticed the look his darling wife was wearing. It was the look usually reserved solely for Fred and George when they blew up something important, again.

"Don't you Molly Wobbles me Arthur Weasley, what is a tornado doing in our backyard!" Molly growled out.

"Well you see dear I was just doing a bit of tinkering, I didn't realize what would happen," Arthur answered trying to placate his angered wife. After being married for so many years he knew that an upset Molly was very bad for his health, most specifically by a lack of food.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to mess around with those muggle objects?" Molly said ducking as a rouge garden gnome came flying at them from the tornado.

"I only added a few runes, I just appear to have added a bit too much power," Arthur reasoned.

"What did you add runes to?" Molly asked. Her yelling was just loud enough to be heard over the howl of the wind coming from the tornado, that was slowly moving away from them.

"Well the boys sent me the most interesting birthday present. Muggles call them Whoopee Cushions. When someone sits on them they fart!" Arthur explained gleefully. It really was a marvelous invention after all.

Molly slowly blinked as her mind comprehended the words her husband had uttered. She had seen Arthur playing with the damn cushion earlier that week before he had the smart idea to tinker with it. A shudder ran down her spine as a horrific thought occurred to her.

"Never ever speak of this to anyone. Especially Fred and George," Molly said in her calmest, deadliest tone of voice. She could just imagine what her two prankster sons would do if they ever learned about this incident. The twins wreaked enough havoc without their father's help. She did not care if it took an unbreakable vow; she would make sure this secret was taken to their graves.

Thank goodness the twins were at Hogwarts.

"Of course dear," Arthur promised his mind picturing the twins using the altered Whoopee cushion inside the Burrow and only being able to watch helpless as their home was whipped away by the magically made tornado.

"Good. Now go stop that tornado before it reaches the town," Molly told him.

"Of course dear," Arthur said. He watched his wife turn promptly and march back to the Burrow, her knitting dutifully trailing after her.

Reluctantly Arthur pulled his wand from his robes, how was he supposed to stop a tornado?