Oct 9th: Text Messages
Pairing: Rose Weasley & James Sirius Potter & Unnamed Gryffindor
Length: Triple Drabble
Not-So-Magical Messaging
A musical tone interrupted the relative quiet of the Gryffindor common room.
Rose Weasley put down her book in order to retrieve a small black box out of her robe pocket. She looked at it briefly, tapped it a few times before she tucked it away again, and then looked over at her cousin James…who was playing chess.
"Victoire just replied that she'll meet us and Al in the library after dinner to discuss our weekend Hogsmeade trip to do the family Christmas shopping," she told him.
James glanced up from the board to nod in understanding, but his friend and fellow chess player continued to look puzzled.
"How did you know that?" he asked. "I saw her heading to the Ravenclaw Tower right before I got here."
Rose answered the older boy with a shrug. "Oh, she just sent a text."
"What's a text?" he asked curiously.
"A text is like a message that's sent from one mobile to another."
Her answer just confused him more, however. "Okay…what's a mobile then?"
Rose looked and sounded like her mother when she sighed heavily and shook her head at the pureblood-typical lack of knowledge concerning muggle technology. "This is a mobile." She showed him her little black box. "Mum charmed all of ours so that they'd work here at Hogwarts."
"How does that little thing send messages? There's no owl."
Another sigh of exasperation. "It sends them through the air...like magic...but not."
"A text through the air, huh? Like this?" The boy picked up a nearby book and sent it flying across the room, perilously close to another Gryffindor's head. "I just sent a text message!" he announced proudly.
James looked at his obviously irritated cousin and laughed. "Well, technically, he's not wrong," he pointed out gleefully.