Title: Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes
Team: Caerphilly Catapults
Position: Chaser 1
Round: QL Daily Prophet Expelliarmus Competition
Prompt: 3) Anapneo – [dialogue] "I don't want to scare you."
Additional Prompts used: N/A
Word count: 674
Betas: Bea
A/N Some reference to injuries and blood.
"Ang! I don't want to scare you but…"
"What happened, George?" Angelina exclaimed as George came in with his wand hand all bandaged up.
"I've not quite worked out all the kinks with those new trick wands we were developing," George said, unwrapping his hand. "I didn't want to risk using my non-wand hand to fix this so Ron gave it a go…"
"What do you mean gave it a go? Arrghh!" Angelina screamed as George showed her his hand that had three fingers fused together under what looked like badly healed burnt flesh.
"Why didn't you go to St Mungo's?" Angelina muttered angrily.
"Why bother with all that waiting, when you're so good at healing spells?" George shrugged, as Angelina waved her wand over his hand, muttering incantations under her breath.
Soon, George's fingers were all separate working fingers once more and the skin was much improved.
"Here," Angelina said, annoyed as she shoved a tin of balm towards him. "You'll need to put that on overnight to heal the skin properly."
"Thanks, love," George smiled at his wife.
"Hmpff…" Angelina huffed as George rubbed the balm over his hand.
"Ang? Hey, Ang love?" George called as he entered their house. "I don't want to scare you, but I need your help."
"What is it, George?" Angelina said, waddling her very pregnant self into the living room. "In the name of Merlin! What happened?" Angelina exclaimed, catching sight of the blood pouring down George's face.
"We had a bit of a hiccup," George said calmly, "and I've split my head open."
"I can see that! And you couldn't heal it rather than scare your very pregnant wife into early labour?"
"Well, the thing is I can't see where the wound is and I do not trust Ron to heal it. He's not great at healing spells."
"I remember," Angelina said tersely. "Well, sit down then so I can have a look."
"Ang?" George called. "I don't want to scare you, but I really need your opinion, please."
"What?" Angelina asked grumpily as she came waddling into the room. She was due to give birth any day now and she was very grumpy and irritable these days. "Seriously, George? Not again!"
Angelina pulled her wand out when she saw all the blood pouring down George's face again.
"No, not again," George said quickly. "It's a Head-Buster Pod. It's meant to get you out of class or work by looking like you've split your head open. I got the idea from…you know…the last time." Angelina rolled her eyes at her husband. "I just needed to know if it looked realistic."
"Yes, it bloody well does," she huffed. "Honestly, I think you'll be the death of me George Weasley."
"But you love me anyway," George grinned, giving his wife a kiss.
"Sometimes, I wonder why though," Angelina said but there was a small smile on her lips.
"I don't want to scare you," George started to say entering the room with an all too realistic, bloodied stump of an arm. Angelina caught sight of his arm and started choking on the sandwich she had been eating. "Anapneo," George said, quickly pointing his wand at Angelina. She coughed and sputtered as her airway cleared.
"What in the name of Merlin have you done this time?"
"So, it looks realistic then?"
"What is that for?"
"A continuation of our Get-Out-of-School-or-Work range. Also good for pranking friends."
"Or causing your wife to choke," Angelina glared at George, who grinned back at her.
"I don't want to scare you," George said.
"And yet you say that so often that that very phrase scares me now," Angelina grumbled entering the kitchen. "What in the name of Merlin have you two been doing? Are you fused together?"
"Yeah," Ron said grinning sheepishly at Angelina.
"We had a little…erm…setback with our latest development," George said.
"Obviously," Angelina said coldly. "Well, I'm not even attempting to fix this. I'm taking you both to St Mungo's right now. No arguments."
"Yes dear," George said meekly.