Firewhiskey Fic: Figuring It Out
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Title: Figuring It Out
Author:paulamcg
Characters: Arthur, Ron, Ginny
Pairing: Mainly gen, but implied Arthur/Molly and Molly/Amelia
Rating: G
Word Count: 590
Summary: In January 1990, Arthur tries to relax and get something done.
Author's Notes: This was written for the Dad Bod edition offirewhiskeyfic. The prompts were: Arthur Weasley, Ottery St Catchpole, Misuse of Muggle Artifacts, Plugs, Tinker, and Dad (perhaps also Dad Bod, and Dad by Edgar Albert Guest). I've now tried my best to fix the spelling and added a bit of punctuation. The rest of the incoherence of my typical stream-of-consciousness and second-person writing is intact here.
The original version with all the glory of the tipsy typos can be read here in the DW community.
The cleaned-up version is here on AO3
as well as right here:
Figuring It Out
“Dad!”
“Dad!”
Just the two of them, you'll manage.
She's right. Your Molly always knows best.
You've remembered to use a Summoning spell when Ginny and Ron claim they can't find their wellies. And now they are happily splashing in the pools... Not in the pond?
You have to hurry and follow them to the yard.
No, there they are, playing tag with the gnomes. You can stride straight to the garage. No need to discipline the creatures... any of them.
You've done your best with the twins, and now Hogwarts can try in turn. And Molly knows that the right time for her to go out on a date – or whatever it is – is the day after that four-legged menace is gone. She needs to relax after all she did to transform the chaos here into an enchanted family Christmas.
And you need your privacy after another frustrating day at the Ministry.
There's nothing like tinkering with these things... Besides, it can help you do your job better. Misuse of Muggle... That was hardly a promotion. Never a promotion for you. And they should have hired a Muggleborn as the head of the office to guide you to learn. They still hire too few Muggleborns.
“Dad!” Ginny's rushed to the doorway when you have barely reached out to caress your Ford. “I can help you so you get something done.”
Ronald shouts over Ginny's voice, “She's only eight. She can't know what to do with plugs.”
“Do you think you know?”
“I didn't say I want to help. But it's raining too hard now. We can play here.”
“With your plugs! Please, Dad!”
“All right, you can arrange my collection, a part of it.” You give them a box full of odd plugs.
“But I want to see where you put them.”
You sigh and show her the spark plugs. “I've figured out that these are similar to those inside Ford.”
“What are... What is it really – your Ford?”
“It is a motor car, an automobile.”
“And that means it moves by itself.” Ron says that.
“That's right. You've learnt some latin at Mrs Diggory's lessons.”
“The first part is Greek really.”
“How moves by itself?” That's Ginny.
“Without magic.” Ron.
“Without a wizard's magic, or a witch's. Ford has got magic of her own. Or his. I'm just figuring it out.”
But you aren't getting anything done with children around. Everyone expects... something sexy. Or perhaps nobody expects anything from you anymore. Your body's not like it used to be, and your career's gone nowhere.
Unlike Madam Bones's. Amelia's. You must say Amelia, too, if your wife does. And what does she do with her? Yeah, she keeps meeting her, because they've got so much in common, just because she used to be friends with Molly's little brothers. You'd think Amelia is older as she's the Head... No, so far only the Deputy Head of Law Enforcement.
“All right, Ron and Ginny, play with those plugs, or go out! I need to think.”
You need to think. The Muggle whose lawnmower you unjinxed said that he was going to change spark plugs in his motor and he'd need a spark plug socket for his socket wrench. You owled Charlie and asked him to ask a Muggleborn friend.
What did he say? What's a wrench? A Muggle wand? Or perhaps the Muggle said wench? Charlie's friend said that, in order to get the plug in, you need large amounts of lubricant, and a slow gentle approach.
Better ask Molly, after all.
firewhiskeyfic. I'm proud to have received my second award for the Least Coherent work. This time I tied in the voting with walgesang, who wrote a fabulous Witcher/Arthur fic. It's worth visiting the community to check out also all the other amazing works and the rest of the beautiful Dad Bod banners!Title: Figuring It Out
Author:
paulamcgCharacters: Arthur, Ron, Ginny
Pairing: Mainly gen, but implied Arthur/Molly and Molly/Amelia
Rating: G
Word Count: 590
Summary: In January 1990, Arthur tries to relax and get something done.
Author's Notes: This was written for the Dad Bod edition of
firewhiskeyfic. The prompts were: Arthur Weasley, Ottery St Catchpole, Misuse of Muggle Artifacts, Plugs, Tinker, and Dad (perhaps also Dad Bod, and Dad by Edgar Albert Guest). I've now tried my best to fix the spelling and added a bit of punctuation. The rest of the incoherence of my typical stream-of-consciousness and second-person writing is intact here. The original version with all the glory of the tipsy typos can be read here in the DW community.
The cleaned-up version is here on AO3
as well as right here:
Figuring It Out
“Dad!”
“Dad!”
Just the two of them, you'll manage.
She's right. Your Molly always knows best.
You've remembered to use a Summoning spell when Ginny and Ron claim they can't find their wellies. And now they are happily splashing in the pools... Not in the pond?
You have to hurry and follow them to the yard.
No, there they are, playing tag with the gnomes. You can stride straight to the garage. No need to discipline the creatures... any of them.
You've done your best with the twins, and now Hogwarts can try in turn. And Molly knows that the right time for her to go out on a date – or whatever it is – is the day after that four-legged menace is gone. She needs to relax after all she did to transform the chaos here into an enchanted family Christmas.
And you need your privacy after another frustrating day at the Ministry.
There's nothing like tinkering with these things... Besides, it can help you do your job better. Misuse of Muggle... That was hardly a promotion. Never a promotion for you. And they should have hired a Muggleborn as the head of the office to guide you to learn. They still hire too few Muggleborns.
“Dad!” Ginny's rushed to the doorway when you have barely reached out to caress your Ford. “I can help you so you get something done.”
Ronald shouts over Ginny's voice, “She's only eight. She can't know what to do with plugs.”
“Do you think you know?”
“I didn't say I want to help. But it's raining too hard now. We can play here.”
“With your plugs! Please, Dad!”
“All right, you can arrange my collection, a part of it.” You give them a box full of odd plugs.
“But I want to see where you put them.”
You sigh and show her the spark plugs. “I've figured out that these are similar to those inside Ford.”
“What are... What is it really – your Ford?”
“It is a motor car, an automobile.”
“And that means it moves by itself.” Ron says that.
“That's right. You've learnt some latin at Mrs Diggory's lessons.”
“The first part is Greek really.”
“How moves by itself?” That's Ginny.
“Without magic.” Ron.
“Without a wizard's magic, or a witch's. Ford has got magic of her own. Or his. I'm just figuring it out.”
But you aren't getting anything done with children around. Everyone expects... something sexy. Or perhaps nobody expects anything from you anymore. Your body's not like it used to be, and your career's gone nowhere.
Unlike Madam Bones's. Amelia's. You must say Amelia, too, if your wife does. And what does she do with her? Yeah, she keeps meeting her, because they've got so much in common, just because she used to be friends with Molly's little brothers. You'd think Amelia is older as she's the Head... No, so far only the Deputy Head of Law Enforcement.
“All right, Ron and Ginny, play with those plugs, or go out! I need to think.”
You need to think. The Muggle whose lawnmower you unjinxed said that he was going to change spark plugs in his motor and he'd need a spark plug socket for his socket wrench. You owled Charlie and asked him to ask a Muggleborn friend.
What did he say? What's a wrench? A Muggle wand? Or perhaps the Muggle said wench? Charlie's friend said that, in order to get the plug in, you need large amounts of lubricant, and a slow gentle approach.
Better ask Molly, after all.
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