Diclaimer: HP doesn't belong to me, I just twist it to my wicked ways.
But firstly, An Explanation:
Once upon a time, I was hyper and lacking sleep. From that moment of insanity, grew a Fic. A very stupid Fic. Called Morbid Fascination. It's impossible to explain, but one reviewer, Lawn Flamingo no5, said 'You should do a bit of a follow up, it would be interesting to see if Harry commited suicide after the spoon hit the ground because he thought he hurt the spoon or something...' The thought amused me SOOOOOOOO darn much, I just HAD to give it a try. And thus, Spoon, was created…
blah blah = Hermione.
blah blah = Ron.
Is he-?
I don't know.
Do you think-?
I don't know.
How's he taking it?
He wont let go.
Of what?
His spoon.
His spoon?
His spoon.
Oh.
He thinks he killed it.
Killed what?
His spoon.
Is that why-?
Yes.
Oh dear.
He can't accept the fact it's gone.
But he's the one who-Yes. I know.
How is he then?It's gone. It wont survive. It's snapped practically in half.
I meant Harry, you know.I know.
So… Has anyone told him his spoon's broken? Of course not! Imagine what he'd try and do then!Oh.
Honestly, Ron! You're so insensitive sometimes!
Well… I suppose someone's got to tell him then.
You're only trying to not be insensitive. But yes.
Who? Later, when he's accepted the fact it's- HE'S the one who went and dropped it- Yes. But he didn't think it'd-You tell him.
Me?You.
Why me?Because YOU'RE the only one who understands.
I know. It's annoying isn't it?It's only a spoon.
Is it?Well… Yeah.
And that's why I understand, and you don't.
But-I'm going now. See you later.
Yeah…*beat*
It's only a spoon.
*beat*
Right?