RONS DRIVING TEST
Rating:
PG
Genre: Comedy
Setting: Ministry
of Magic Test Centre
Main Characters: Ron
Note from the Authoress: Ok, I finally completed it! This part is shorter than the others are, and kinda cheesy at the end, but never mind. don't hate me for leaving the ending open!
Part 3
The passenger door slammed shut, and Mr Rodgers, with an annoying slowness, carefully adjusted the passenger seat and did his seatbelt up. He then adjusted himself in the seat, and slowly wrote on a scroll. Ron stared angrily at him, wondering what he was supposed to do. With another cough, Mr Rodgers spoke.
"For the test you will have to fly this car for twenty five minutes, over London. If anyone should happen to see the car, you will fail. Also, any jolting of the car will result in failure" Here, Mr. Rodgers gave a sadistic grin, "and further more, you will, upon return, land perfectly without the car bumping." Great, thought Ron, so in short, if I aren't exactly perfect, I fail. With a sinking feeling, Ron started the car. He heard a snort from Mr. Rodgers. Shaking off the feeling of foreboding about the coming test, Ron put the car in gear, taking off gracefully.
Fortunately, the car was easy to manage, and it was a cloudy day. Ron directed the car up into the clouds and drove above them. The minutes ticked by. Ron kept the car steady, staying above the clouds. He vaguely wondered a couple of time how Mr. Rodgers would know if they were seen y a muggle. Glancing quickly at the clock, Ron realised that he had been driving for just over twenty minutes. He spoke to Mr. Rodgers.
"Shouldn't we be heading back now?" he waited for a response, but there was none. "Mr. Rodgers?" Still no response. Not daring to glance at the passenger seat Ron decided to turn the car back. Dipping below the clouds, he determined at a glance how far the ministry of magic was. He rose above the clouds and headed back. He heard a low snort from the seat next to him again. Slowly, he circled the ministry, gradually getting lower, before pulling in for a perfect landing. Feeing proud, Ron switched the car off and turned to Mr. Rodgers, expecting at least a nod of approval. But he received no such thing. The examiner was asleep in the passenger seat! Ron rolled his eyes and poked Mr. Rodgers gingerly on the arm. The examiner snorted and his eyes flickered open. He sat up straight, muttering incoherently. Ron spoke, softly.
"Erm, the test is over. How did I do?" Mr. Rodgers looked at Ron in amazement, before shaking his head. Then he spoke, all but taunting Ron.
"I am sorry; I fell asleep just after take off. I didn't see any of the test. Therefore, you fail." Ron's mouth fell open. The examiner had to be joking! Ron had flown the car perfectly! How could he fail just because the examiner wasn't paying attention? The examiner sneered and climbed out of the mini, slamming the door behind him. Ron sat at the wheel for a while longer, trying to sort out what had happened in his mind. But he couldn't fathom it out. Feeling depressed, Ron climbed from the car and headed back to the dingy office.
Ron spent the rest of the day feeling depressed. He still couldn't believe he had failed the test just because Mr. Rodgers fell asleep. He had all but begged his mother to let him complain, but she wouldn't allow it. Now, it was teatime. The rest of his family were eating, and chatting, but Ron wasn't feeling hungry. He merely chased a few peas around his plate, staring gloomily as they rolled around the plate. Letting out a sigh, he put down his knife and left the room. He couldn't eat anything. Dejectedly, he climbed the stairs to his bedroom, collapsing on his bed, and burying his head in a pillow.
He must have fallen asleep, for the next thing he knew, someone was stroking his hair. With a start, he jumped up. His mother was sitting on the bed next to him. He turned away and stared at the wall. She spoke, trying to comfort him.
"Don't worry dear. Maybe you'll pass another time." Ron didn't reply, still staring at the wall. He heard footsteps, and his door opened and closed. It seemed his mother had left the room. However, her words had made him feel better. There was always another time. Next time he'd pass. Yes. Next time. He rolled over and fell asleep, his mind far lighter, and in a far happier mood. Next time he would definitely pass.
THE END