Man verses Technology
He had been staring at the picture for quite some time. His eyes were watery and red from frustration, and how little he had blinked.
" I don't get it!" He whined in outrage and frustration. " I mean, if the photo were moving like normal ones, then maybe. But I just don't see how this is supposed to work!"
" But it's so simple," His messy haired friend scoffed. Leaning over his friends shoulder, he pointed. " Lean back and let your eyes go blurry. Then look at this spot here. " The messy haired boy pointed to the lower left corner of the picture. " Then you'll see it right here." He pointed to the upper right of the photo.
The boy was quite for a moment, the fuzzy caterpillars on his forehead furrowed in concentration.
" If y—"
"SHUT UP!!"
The boy frowned, trying to un focus his eyes once more. Slowly he gripped the edges of the photo and, as if in slow motion, leaned into it, eyes searching.
" Is it round?" He muttered. " Or square shaped?"
His messy haired friend shook his head, but kept quiet.
The door to the room they sat in opened, and a busy haired girl poked her nose around the corner.
" Dinners ready," she said, entering the room. " What's going o----"
" I SEE IT!!"
" Don't shout, Ron!"
" No, no, no!" Ron leapt up from his cross-legged position on Harry's bed. " Look right here, Hermione!" It's a space ship!"
Hermione narrowed her eyes.
" No," Harry pointed above Ron's hand. " You're supposed to see Napoleon at the Battle at Waterloo. It said so in the instruction kit!"
Ron looked horrified.
" No." He shook his head. " I see a space ship!"
" Just give it up, Ron," Hermione said. " Everyone sees different things."
"It's not the Mirror of Erised, Hermione," Harry argued. " This is computer generated. Dudley threw it at me when he couldn't find the image."
" Either way, it's a waste of time," Hermione scoffed. " Come on, Mrs.Weasley is waiting."
" You guys go ahead," Ron waved his hand at them, turning back to the photo." I think I'm on to something here. Is Shakira the general in Napoleon's army?"
Hermione stared at Ron with a mixture of horrification at his stupidity and amazement towards his knowledge of the Muggle world.
" No," she said quietly, putting a hand to his forehead to check for fever. " But you stay up here and rest a bit."
" Can't!" Ron furrowed his brow and blew out his cheeks. " I have to find the picture. It's a priority now!"
Hermione looked like she was about to say more, but decided against.
" You're scaring me Ron."
" Oh! Here's the televistahoozits(television) in the corner here, right Harry?"
Was her only answer.