Chapter 4
"Fuck," The word echoed in Jerald's head as he analysed it. Did Ginny's Farther just say fuck ? Slowly he placed the box labelled clothes down on the floor before turning to face what had happened. Fuck indeed. The floor was a covered with the tiniest sprinkles of glass, amongst them Jerald could see a neck like shape that made him decided it was a glass swan, or used to be one. He was wrong. In fact the incredibly expensive artefact was a present form Ginny's Ex-boyfriend, it was a glass Phoenix. Ginny's most treasured possession.
"Fix it !" Jerald shouted understanding the importance of the ornament immediately from the label on the box next to it ; Expensive.
"I can't !" Arthur screamed back, "I left my wand at work !" Jerald's heart missed a beat, his stomach did a loop the loop and his head began to ache slightly. Then, without warning, he pulled the rug clear over the top of it just as Ginny apperated into the room.
"This box has got my fluffy teddies in," She said to her farther, blushing, "Mom said I have to take them." Mr Weasly accepted the box with a weak smile and opened the already full cupboard full of Finished sketches in plastic wrapping. Jerald cringed as a bunch of stuffed toys were added to his collection of drawings. It was like finding a Transit fan parked amongst your vintage cars. But Jerald ignored it. He had more important things to do. Ginny kissed him on the cheek lightly before apperating back to the burrow. Jerald ran to the kitchen and returned with a dust open and brush in hand.
"Harry or Ron can fix it," Jerald told Mr Weasly as he scooped up the pieces. "Tell Ginny I'm of to get blue tack," he added motioning to Ginny's pictures of the weird sisters that would soon be joining Stan Lee and his favourite sketches on the walls. Finally he ran out the room and slammed the door behind him.
"I wonder what blue tack is," Arthur thought as he continued, "Probably runs on electricity."
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Ron walked slowly on his way home. He didn't look up and take in the view he just stared down at his shoes. At point a taxi crashed into a bus but Ron took no notice. He was in deep thought.
'How can I announce my love to Hermione if she is never hear ?' He pondered. He had decided it was time to tell Hermione for he felt. And slowly he had an idea. A brilliant idea. An idea to end all ideas. He shook his head in disbelief at how clever he was and then sharply took a left turn into the shopping mall. This plan could not fail in telling Hermione how he felt.
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"Harry ! Ron ! Hermione !" Jerald yelled as he burst through the door. The apartment seemed empty. But then it was a Monday afternoon. Harry would be at work, Hermione too but god knows where Ron was. "Ron !" Jerald yelled and to his surprise Harry walked out of his room. He again had disgusting stains up his left arm, Norbert Jr had apparently escaped from his cage.
"What is it ?" Harry asked, concerned.
"Harry, I so glad you're here," Jerald began. "Whip your wand out and fix this for me." Harry finally snapped and tears rolled down his cheeks. His wand was gone, forever. Jerald placed the glass phoenix down on the breakfast bar and pulled Harry into a manly hug.
"What happened ?" He asked. Harry could only blubber. He left the room and slammed his door. Jerald rubbed his head in confusion and then he saw it. Sat nice and comfortable on the table. Ron's wand.
( A/N : Sorry about the shortness of this chapter and the long wait for it. I'm very busy at the moment. MJM)
"Fuck," The word echoed in Jerald's head as he analysed it. Did Ginny's Farther just say fuck ? Slowly he placed the box labelled clothes down on the floor before turning to face what had happened. Fuck indeed. The floor was a covered with the tiniest sprinkles of glass, amongst them Jerald could see a neck like shape that made him decided it was a glass swan, or used to be one. He was wrong. In fact the incredibly expensive artefact was a present form Ginny's Ex-boyfriend, it was a glass Phoenix. Ginny's most treasured possession.
"Fix it !" Jerald shouted understanding the importance of the ornament immediately from the label on the box next to it ; Expensive.
"I can't !" Arthur screamed back, "I left my wand at work !" Jerald's heart missed a beat, his stomach did a loop the loop and his head began to ache slightly. Then, without warning, he pulled the rug clear over the top of it just as Ginny apperated into the room.
"This box has got my fluffy teddies in," She said to her farther, blushing, "Mom said I have to take them." Mr Weasly accepted the box with a weak smile and opened the already full cupboard full of Finished sketches in plastic wrapping. Jerald cringed as a bunch of stuffed toys were added to his collection of drawings. It was like finding a Transit fan parked amongst your vintage cars. But Jerald ignored it. He had more important things to do. Ginny kissed him on the cheek lightly before apperating back to the burrow. Jerald ran to the kitchen and returned with a dust open and brush in hand.
"Harry or Ron can fix it," Jerald told Mr Weasly as he scooped up the pieces. "Tell Ginny I'm of to get blue tack," he added motioning to Ginny's pictures of the weird sisters that would soon be joining Stan Lee and his favourite sketches on the walls. Finally he ran out the room and slammed the door behind him.
"I wonder what blue tack is," Arthur thought as he continued, "Probably runs on electricity."
~*~*~*~*~
Ron walked slowly on his way home. He didn't look up and take in the view he just stared down at his shoes. At point a taxi crashed into a bus but Ron took no notice. He was in deep thought.
'How can I announce my love to Hermione if she is never hear ?' He pondered. He had decided it was time to tell Hermione for he felt. And slowly he had an idea. A brilliant idea. An idea to end all ideas. He shook his head in disbelief at how clever he was and then sharply took a left turn into the shopping mall. This plan could not fail in telling Hermione how he felt.
~*~*~*~*~
"Harry ! Ron ! Hermione !" Jerald yelled as he burst through the door. The apartment seemed empty. But then it was a Monday afternoon. Harry would be at work, Hermione too but god knows where Ron was. "Ron !" Jerald yelled and to his surprise Harry walked out of his room. He again had disgusting stains up his left arm, Norbert Jr had apparently escaped from his cage.
"What is it ?" Harry asked, concerned.
"Harry, I so glad you're here," Jerald began. "Whip your wand out and fix this for me." Harry finally snapped and tears rolled down his cheeks. His wand was gone, forever. Jerald placed the glass phoenix down on the breakfast bar and pulled Harry into a manly hug.
"What happened ?" He asked. Harry could only blubber. He left the room and slammed his door. Jerald rubbed his head in confusion and then he saw it. Sat nice and comfortable on the table. Ron's wand.
( A/N : Sorry about the shortness of this chapter and the long wait for it. I'm very busy at the moment. MJM)