Title: Inconsiderate Wart
Team: Caerphilly Catapults
Position: Chaser 1
Round: QL Daily Prophet Expelliarmus Competition
Prompt: Peskipiksi Pesternomi- [emotion] annoyed
Additional Prompts used: N/A
Word count: 629
Betas: Bea
A/N Some mild swearing
"Ron," Hermione said, hoisting Rose onto her hip, while trying to grab a towel at the same time. "Can you please tidy up the living room of Rose's toys for me, while I give Rose her bath?" Hermione disappeared into the bathroom. The sound of running water could soon be heard, then the sounds of Rose giggling as she watched the bubbles. Ron got up from the sofa slowly, grumbling about doing pointless tasks.
"Tidy up the toys," Ron said, annoyed. "What's the bloody point? She'll just pull them all out in the morning again. So why not just bloody leave them where they are?"
Hermione poked her head back out the bathroom door.
"Did you say something, Ron? I couldn't hear you over the running water."
Ron pulled out his wand and gave it an exaggerated wave around the room.
"Peskipiksi Pesternomi. Peskipiksi Pesternomi," Ron snapped.
"I've told you how much this annoys me, Ron." Hermione fumed.
"Well, why tidy it up? She'll just pull them out again in the morning"
"Because I don't want to be tripping over toys all night! You have a wand and magic. It doesn't take long!" Hermione seethed. "And Harry doesn't want to have survived fighting Voldemort, only to die from a broken neck because he's tripped over the toys you can't be bothered to put away with magic."
~Later that evening~
"Ronald Weasley," Hermione fumed as she stomped into the living room. "Do I look like your mother?"
"Erm…no," Ron said, looking at his wife. "You're much slimmer for one thing and your hair is a different colour." Ron said bewildered.
"I didn't think so," Hermione continued, still thoroughly annoyed. "So why is our bed not made? I've asked you a thousand times to please make the bed when you get up. Why are you always leaving everything to me?"
"What's the point?"
"Excuse me?" Hermione said in a dangerous tone.
"Ooo, wrong move mate," Harry said.
"We're just going to unmake it again when we go to bed. So, why does it matter if it's made or not?"
"Because I like it. I like the room to look tidy and, since I put up lots of things for you, you could at least make the effort for such a small thing for me. Especially, considering you can use magic. It takes like, two seconds."
"Well, if it only takes two seconds and it annoys you so much, you go do it," Ron said.
"Shit, Ron, don't be a dick. Or you're going to be sleeping on the sofa for a week," Harry said, shaking his head at how inconsiderate his best friend was being.
Ron stomped through to the bedroom, pulling out his wand, huffing.
"Peskipiksi Pesternomi," Ron said, brandishing his wand at the bed with a huge flourish. Obviously, nothing happened, obviously, since Ron had just shouted nonsense. "Peskipiksi Pesternomi. Peskipiksi Pesternomi."
With every time Ron shouted this nonsense, Hermione's expression grew angrier and angrier.
"What?" Harry was bewildered.
"That is Ronald's idea of a joke," Hermione said, thoroughly annoyed. "This has become his go to phrase whenever he thinks something is pointless."
"I still don't get it," Harry said. "What am I missing?"
"It's the spell Lockhart used in our second year when he unleashed all those Cornish Pixies in the classroom. They were causing absolute pandemonium and he brandished his wand and shouted out 'Peskipiksi Pesternomi' but of course nothing happened."
"Oh yeah," Harry said, darkly. "He ran out of the classroom, leaving us to round them all up."
"Yes well, Ronald, thinks he's being very clever by using this pointless spell for a task he thinks is pointless. I've told him how much it annoys me, but he still does it, because he's an inconsiderate wart."