A/N:
This is written for reminiscent-afterthought's 'So you think you know your character?' competition. The competition consists of 11 questions about a character of the writers choice. I chose Mundungus Fletcher, and all 11 questions will be answered in the chapters of this fic. Though aspects of his personality are slightly different to fit into the AU of my story 'Harry Potter: Scourge of Knockturn Alley,' most of the base character is the same, so I would imagine that these short stories can be read with or without reading that first. So, without further ado, on to the challenge!
Question 3: What do you dislike?
Warning for language in this one. Mundungus doesn't exactly have a clean tongue and he's not likely to hold it back on the subject of something he doesn't like now, is he!?
Mundungus. What his damn mother was thinking when she came up with that monstrosity of a name Mundungus would never know. What cruel parent would saddle her son with a name that could so easily be shortened to Dung – and was always likely to be so shortened when it was such a mouthful spoken in full.
They could have gone for Gus, of course, which was still in his opinion a stupid name, but not quite so bad. Mundungus had tried so hard to get people to call him Gus as a child, but young boys can be cruel, and the name Dung stuck.
Eventually he had given up. No-one listened when he told them not to call him Dung, it was too much fun for them to watch him get cross and upset every time they shouted it at him across the common room. So he had stopped getting cross, and just accepted the name. Outwardly, at any rate. Inside he still fumed every time he heard it.
Merlin's crappy Dung shitting arse he hated that name.
A/N:
Shortest one yet! Really though, does it need more words? What sane parent would name their kid Mundungus?! What sane child wouldn't dislike being lumbered with that name!
Thanks for reading!