Fleurdelacour
03-10-2003, 05:31 PM
I wrote this last night into the early hours of the morning :p ;) Just read, oh yes, review too. I like reviews :)
Memento Mori
January was always a miserable month. Christmas was over, New Years was over, and the weather was typically British, freezing cold, windy, and always raining, day in day out…
January 2009 was no exception.
*
Ron had only just received his driving licence. He had finally succumbed to driving the Muggle vehicles after he discovered that Floo Powder doesn’t help when wanting to get to Muggle localities. He was on top of the world, he was engaged to Priscilla Waterman, and he had a new car, one of those black BMWs, those rather slick models.
Ron often thought about visiting some of his old friends from Hogwarts, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter, however, he suspected that they’d be too occupied with their high flying careers to be bothered with a mediocre man who relatively liked his new car.
He’d often pop around (well it was a good few miles) to visit his Mum and Dad back at the Burrow, cruising down the M5 in his new motor.
The garden had now overgrown, and gnomes had overpowered Molly’s tossing techniques, and made little burrows amongst the bushes. Ron laughed as he approached The Burrow, watching the little gnomes dance around the garden.
“Oh my!” Molly giggled, putting the plate she was washing down. She stared out the window and saw the shiny black BMW pull up on the grassy verge outside the house. “Arthur! One of our children has decided to come back!” Molly shrieked, wiped her hands on her apron, pulled the floral apron off and over her head, and ran outside to greet her beloved child. Arthur, now lethargic in age, was ambling sluggishly behind Molly, leaning on his knobbly old walking stick.
“Who is it Molly?” Arthur called, limping on, whacking a gnome with his stick.
“It’s Ron! Ron! Oh my goodness! Ron!” Molly beamed, as she saw her youngest son glide out of the car and run his hand through the mop of red hair. Ron grinned back, and strolled towards his mother.
“Sorry, I should’ve called Mum!” Ron laughed. He loomed over Molly, his gawky arms wrapping her in his warm embrace.
“Oh have we missed your laughter Ron, have we missed you.” Molly soothed, patting her son’s head with the same affection she had for him fifteen years ago. She pulled out of the kindly cuddle, and held Ron’s long arms. “Oh look at you Ron. You’re engaged, with a car, oh we’re so proud of you aren’t we Arthur?”
“Yes! Oh of course! You’ve done well for yourself, very proud, yes, very proud indeed.” Arthur beamed at his son, eliminating the twenty nine year old man with pride and love.
It wasn’t long before Ron had to leave the Burrow and say his goodbyes. He hadn’t stopped smiling all afternoon, and nothing was going to stop him from smiling. All was good with the world, he even thought the gnomes were smiling with him as she jingled his keys in his hands and looked at his car with pride. “Wonderful isn’t it?” He said to himself, strolling with the impression of a millionaire. “Life? It’s amazing how one man can have everything in the world, and not worry about anything.”
The car started up, he waved at his parents as he drove out of the Burrow, leaving all his weird childhood memories behind.
Ron was complete, he had everything a man could dream for, he wanted kids though, but that’d come with time. He thought of names for a boy, as he turned onto the M5. “Alexander is nice, oh so is William, yes I like those. Imagine a little red headed lad running around with Priscilla’s smirk.” He sighed with pleasure, as his trail of thought grew longer by the second. “Stella and Audrey, they’re bloody great names for girls too… Brown hair and blue yes, yes, they’ll be twins, tall, clever, and they’ll love Quidditch. Yes, a Quidditch loving family.”
Ron started to laugh, he indicated into the fast-lane as he chortled. The car was silent only for Ron’s continuous outbursts of laughter. He decided to put some feel good music on, some jazzy music, something classy from the beginning of the decade. “Mm, Norah Jones,” he thought. He needed her relaxed voice and her contemplative lyrics to calm him down a little bit.
Ron kept his eyes focused on the road ahead as he fiddled with a few buttons on the car stereo that would ensure he’d have some Norah Jones to chill out to. The album started off with ‘Don’t Know Why’, Ron’s personal favourite. He upped the volume, and let himself unwind to her glorious vocals.
Out across the endless sea
I would die in ecstasy
But I’ll be a bag of bones
Driving down the road alone
Ron felt his relaxed eyes close. He fell into a deep sleep, his hands still on the driving wheel, a smile lingering on his face, Norah’s gentle voice telling him to sleep, it’d be a quicker way of getting to London if he got his forty winks…
Memento Mori
January was always a miserable month. Christmas was over, New Years was over, and the weather was typically British, freezing cold, windy, and always raining, day in day out…
January 2009 was no exception.
*
Ron had only just received his driving licence. He had finally succumbed to driving the Muggle vehicles after he discovered that Floo Powder doesn’t help when wanting to get to Muggle localities. He was on top of the world, he was engaged to Priscilla Waterman, and he had a new car, one of those black BMWs, those rather slick models.
Ron often thought about visiting some of his old friends from Hogwarts, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter, however, he suspected that they’d be too occupied with their high flying careers to be bothered with a mediocre man who relatively liked his new car.
He’d often pop around (well it was a good few miles) to visit his Mum and Dad back at the Burrow, cruising down the M5 in his new motor.
The garden had now overgrown, and gnomes had overpowered Molly’s tossing techniques, and made little burrows amongst the bushes. Ron laughed as he approached The Burrow, watching the little gnomes dance around the garden.
“Oh my!” Molly giggled, putting the plate she was washing down. She stared out the window and saw the shiny black BMW pull up on the grassy verge outside the house. “Arthur! One of our children has decided to come back!” Molly shrieked, wiped her hands on her apron, pulled the floral apron off and over her head, and ran outside to greet her beloved child. Arthur, now lethargic in age, was ambling sluggishly behind Molly, leaning on his knobbly old walking stick.
“Who is it Molly?” Arthur called, limping on, whacking a gnome with his stick.
“It’s Ron! Ron! Oh my goodness! Ron!” Molly beamed, as she saw her youngest son glide out of the car and run his hand through the mop of red hair. Ron grinned back, and strolled towards his mother.
“Sorry, I should’ve called Mum!” Ron laughed. He loomed over Molly, his gawky arms wrapping her in his warm embrace.
“Oh have we missed your laughter Ron, have we missed you.” Molly soothed, patting her son’s head with the same affection she had for him fifteen years ago. She pulled out of the kindly cuddle, and held Ron’s long arms. “Oh look at you Ron. You’re engaged, with a car, oh we’re so proud of you aren’t we Arthur?”
“Yes! Oh of course! You’ve done well for yourself, very proud, yes, very proud indeed.” Arthur beamed at his son, eliminating the twenty nine year old man with pride and love.
It wasn’t long before Ron had to leave the Burrow and say his goodbyes. He hadn’t stopped smiling all afternoon, and nothing was going to stop him from smiling. All was good with the world, he even thought the gnomes were smiling with him as she jingled his keys in his hands and looked at his car with pride. “Wonderful isn’t it?” He said to himself, strolling with the impression of a millionaire. “Life? It’s amazing how one man can have everything in the world, and not worry about anything.”
The car started up, he waved at his parents as he drove out of the Burrow, leaving all his weird childhood memories behind.
Ron was complete, he had everything a man could dream for, he wanted kids though, but that’d come with time. He thought of names for a boy, as he turned onto the M5. “Alexander is nice, oh so is William, yes I like those. Imagine a little red headed lad running around with Priscilla’s smirk.” He sighed with pleasure, as his trail of thought grew longer by the second. “Stella and Audrey, they’re bloody great names for girls too… Brown hair and blue yes, yes, they’ll be twins, tall, clever, and they’ll love Quidditch. Yes, a Quidditch loving family.”
Ron started to laugh, he indicated into the fast-lane as he chortled. The car was silent only for Ron’s continuous outbursts of laughter. He decided to put some feel good music on, some jazzy music, something classy from the beginning of the decade. “Mm, Norah Jones,” he thought. He needed her relaxed voice and her contemplative lyrics to calm him down a little bit.
Ron kept his eyes focused on the road ahead as he fiddled with a few buttons on the car stereo that would ensure he’d have some Norah Jones to chill out to. The album started off with ‘Don’t Know Why’, Ron’s personal favourite. He upped the volume, and let himself unwind to her glorious vocals.
Out across the endless sea
I would die in ecstasy
But I’ll be a bag of bones
Driving down the road alone
Ron felt his relaxed eyes close. He fell into a deep sleep, his hands still on the driving wheel, a smile lingering on his face, Norah’s gentle voice telling him to sleep, it’d be a quicker way of getting to London if he got his forty winks…