Why Fred and George Will Never Eavesdrop Again ...
Why Molly is always prepared for ... anything
Molly Weasley stood looking out of her kitchen window as she set about magically scrubbing pots. A shaft of flame shot passed the window and threw her backwards into the table.
“RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY!” she bellowed as her youngest son’s head sped past the same window. “What is your father doing out there?” she demanded to know, hurrying to the door as she dried her hands on her striped apron.
“Dunno for sure, mum,” Ron answered, his eyes wide and panicked. “Something called bar bee cue.”
“Merciful gods, preserve us,” she prayed, heading out the door, wand ready for Aguamenti.
Too short, I'm sure, but for those who don't follow the DD&T prompts, the categories are: 1) Twitfic - 140 characters, not words, characters, impossible I say, 2) Drabble, 100 words exactly, or 3) Flashfic 1,000 words. Time is of the essence lately, for me anyway, and 100 words is about all I can scrape out between doctors, surgery schedules, etc.
Thank you all who have read and reviewed. Keeps my witchly heart from freezing solid.