Position: Chaser 1 (Captain writing for)
Round: 6
Season: 3
Words: 905
Title: The Little Mermaid
Prompt: Choose a genre (Western), 1, 7, 10
Please note that the dialogue is written that way to fit the theme. It isn't really a spelling mistake.
A red-haired man stood over something that lay upon the ground by the well. His face was scrunched up with curiosity in an aim to understand just what the thing was. The red-haired man, tall with freckles covering his face, hefted a stick up. He had a white long-sleeved shirt on, but wore a vest over top. The red-haired man's brown stetson hat was hung side-ways over his face in an attempt to reduce sun exposure. The redhead did burn easily, evidence being the peeling skin upon his face.
A woman stood a few feet away, curly brown hair upon her head, wrinkled nose in place at the man. She wore a black and white polka-dotted blouse, with light brown pants that were rolled up along with a blue handkerchief around her neck. She too wore a stetson hat, this one white.
"So what exactly is that?"
"Oh darn it all Ronald! Don't poke it."
"But it's all squished up like a jellyfish. C'mere and take a look."
"I ain't gonna be touchin' nothin' like it, Ron."
"Oh c'mon darling, it won't bite."
"Ronald, you're as thick as a log when it comes to this sort."
"Now don't you go insultin' me too, Hermione." Ron scowled. "My kin were laughin' at me, y'know. I was at the heart of their jokes in that pub."
"You're a tough man, Ronnie boy. You can handle a bit of insultin'." Hermione sniffed. "A big man like you shan't cry for nothing if you want to stay a big man."
"Poor mentality, that." Ronald muttered. "Sometimes I wish…"
"Ronald, get away from it. Your mother will have your head if she can."
"Aye, the lady would beat me with an iron, I bet."
"Exaggeration." Hermione said. "Now get away from that thing there."
Ron turned his head to look at the thing that lay below him. It was blue, and green, and nearly everything in between.
"It's an interesting colour, in'it?" Ron asked. "Not like I've seen around these parts before."
"You would do best to get away from it while you still can." Hermione warned. "I'll bet you'll be sick as a child after Hallows eve."
"Aren't ya the least bit interested?" Ron asked.
"Not at all." Hermione said. "It'll be best to get back now. If we don't, it'll be dark, and you know those coyotes - Ronald Weasley what in merlin's cow spurs are you doin'?"
Ron had picked up the object. It was the size of his arms stretched out, and the width was his width diagonal-wise. Ron then noticed something.
"Why look! It has fins and a tail here. Don't you see, 'mione?"
Hermione stared at Ron in disgust as he began to sniff the thing curiously. The smell of it could be smelt miles away, and it smelt of the sea. The sea, and other smells that didn't exactly make it smell so nice. Hermione then regarded the thing. Perhaps it was her curiosity that led her, or perhaps she wanted to play along with Ron in order to get him away from the strange thing. Whatever the case, she stared at the creature with a scrutinizing gaze.
"Why yes, I suppose it does." Hermione nodded. "Look, it got a different upper body, though."
Ron was about to reach for the upper half, when he realized it had a human form. There were arms that hung straight down, along with miniscule clothing covering the chest. Ron saw some ratty hair that he almost mistook to be seaweed. Letting a sound akin to a screech, he leapt backwards and away from the creature. Ron let it slide out of his hand, and went to hide behind Hermione. The woman shook her head in disapproval before attempting to identify the strange creature.
"What is that?"
"I don't believe mine own eyes!" Hermione exclaimed.
Ron looked at her in a frightened but curious manner. What was it that she couldn't believe? He was about to ask, but Hermione was quick to explain.
"That there is a mermaid!"
"A 'mermaid'?" Ron repeated.
"Yes, a mermaid." Hermione nodded.
"Like them aquatic creatures?" Ron asked.
"Yes."
"What's it doing in these parts?" Ron frowned.
"Beats me," Hermione shrugged.
"So, what we gonna do with it?"
"Leave it?"
"We're just gonna leave it here?"
Hermione looked over the mermaid once again. "Suppose we could bring it in. These scales are pretty rare."
Ron stared at the mermaid before nodding slowly, and agreeing. No one would benefit from a mermaid just laying there dead, would they? No, it was better to bring it in so at least someone, or something, would benefit. Ron then lifted up the mermaid in an attempt to carry it.
"Suppose so." he said, then frowned. "How am I supposed to carry it back all on my own?"
"We're magic aren't we?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow.
"We are." Ron nodded, grinning. "Could you do that spell? The one that starts with an 'r'...the re...the ra…"
"Reducio?"
"Yes that, would work mighty fine, wouldn't it?"
"It would." Hermione nodded.
She took out her wand, and waved it. Within seconds, the mermaid was as small as a finger. Ron carried it in his hands, practically cradling it.
"Come on now Ron, we can't be lazing about." Hermione said. "Would do us no good, it wouldn't."
"Alright, alright." Ron nodded.
He then smiled down at the little mermaid.
A.N. Romione in western times!
