I wanted to experiment with an out of body type of writing. I am sure there is some name that this style is called by, but I am too lazy to look it up.
Sooo tell me what ya think :)
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Disclaimer: I did not steal the cookies from the cookie jar! Oh, disclaimer, not defend yourself. Okay, so I don't own any of this other than the idea. If I did own this, I would be a very happy organ donor :) Props to JK Rowling for creating a fun universe to play in!
Anxious.
A red headed man sat on a hard plastic chair next to a bed in St. Mungo's. He firmly grasped the hand of a sleeping brunette. He had been there for hours, ever since she had fainted during a Weasley dinner.
The waiting room was filled with redheads and a few other people. A man with an earring in his ear clutched the hand of the fair-haired woman next to him as she cooed to the baby girl in her lap.
A redheaded man with wire-rimmed glasses sat with his head in his hands.
Another redheaded man had his head buried in the shoulder of a dark-haired pale woman whose face bore no pug-faced tendencies.
Two redheaded men with the same features sat laughing about times the brunette in the hospital had reprimanded them for their 'wrongdoings.'
The last redheaded man was holding a redheaded woman with curly hair, promising her things would be alright.
One of the only men without red hair, a black-haired man, sat holding the hand of a red-headed girl as she gently stroked his back.
The last couple in the room where two blondes, the male had almost-white blonde hair and was holding the hand of the other blonde who had a glazed look in her eyes as she told him that the 'Nargles' would bring the brunette luck.
A balding man in bright blue robes came out to ask for the 'Weasley' family. All of the people in the room stood up, claiming their familial ties to the brunette in that stance. He announced that nothing was wrong with the brunette other than she had not drank enough water for a women in her condition.
The tension in the room was released as the news that the brunette would be okay settled into their hearts. Then the black-haired man asked what he had meant by 'her condition.'
The doctor told them that the woman in the bed was pregnant and had not known it. She had asked him to tell them as she could not get out of the bed yet.
Cheers and gasps of elation were heard about the room and soon claps on the back, jokes, and even a gambling pool for dates when the baby would be born were started (by the men with identical features, who were wearing identical smug smiles).
In the room with the red head and the brunette, they were both wearing identical expressions, a Cheshire's cat grin. All anxiety shown by the redheaded man had been washed away with the news. He stroked the brunette's cheek and whispered, "I love you Mione."
"I love you too, Charlie."