Post by Elienp on Nov 7, 2011 22:22:36 GMT -8
Title: Could she hope to keep the vacuum cleaner?
Rating: T
Warning: None
Words: 286
Summary: Mrs Granger faced her daughter's fear.
Mrs Granger raised an eyebrow at her daughter.
“What do you mean?” she asked, gingerly surprised. “This is only a broom.”
“No! It isn't simply a broom! It's a dangerous thing from which you should stay away,” Hermione retorted.
“Sweetie, I don't see how a broom can be dangerous.”
Hermione dared glare at her mother. She had come back home after the end of her first year at Hogwarts, determined to get her house rid of the enemy.
“It is dangerous!”
“But-”
“I assure you! They are all nearly falling from theirs when they play Quidditch, as if the brooms themselves were scheming to hurt them!”
Mrs Granger slightly shook her head. “I understand the danger when you're ridding it but Hermione, Sweetie, those are not magical.”
Hermione stamped her foot. “We never know! It's better if we get rid of them! What if they suddenly decide we're Quidditch players? I'm sure all the brooms are bewitched to play Quidditch!”
“The magical ones perhaps,” her mother began.
“Who can tell if those aren't magical? They can come from anywhere!”
Mrs Granger sighed, sometimes she wondered if having sent Hermione to Hogwarts was a so good idea.
“Brooms are the only thing which can fly, aren't they?” she asked with hope.
“No,” Mrs Granger grimaced, was there something else she would be forced to throw away? “But it's the only thing related to Quidditch we use in our house.”
Mrs Granger released a sigh of relief. Well, there was still the vacuum cleaner left, she only hoped wizards wouldn't suddenly decided to modernize too, she couldn't imagine how she'd do the cleaning then.
Rating: T
Warning: None
Words: 286
Summary: Mrs Granger faced her daughter's fear.
Mrs Granger raised an eyebrow at her daughter.
“What do you mean?” she asked, gingerly surprised. “This is only a broom.”
“No! It isn't simply a broom! It's a dangerous thing from which you should stay away,” Hermione retorted.
“Sweetie, I don't see how a broom can be dangerous.”
Hermione dared glare at her mother. She had come back home after the end of her first year at Hogwarts, determined to get her house rid of the enemy.
“It is dangerous!”
“But-”
“I assure you! They are all nearly falling from theirs when they play Quidditch, as if the brooms themselves were scheming to hurt them!”
Mrs Granger slightly shook her head. “I understand the danger when you're ridding it but Hermione, Sweetie, those are not magical.”
Hermione stamped her foot. “We never know! It's better if we get rid of them! What if they suddenly decide we're Quidditch players? I'm sure all the brooms are bewitched to play Quidditch!”
“The magical ones perhaps,” her mother began.
“Who can tell if those aren't magical? They can come from anywhere!”
Mrs Granger sighed, sometimes she wondered if having sent Hermione to Hogwarts was a so good idea.
“Brooms are the only thing which can fly, aren't they?” she asked with hope.
“No,” Mrs Granger grimaced, was there something else she would be forced to throw away? “But it's the only thing related to Quidditch we use in our house.”
Mrs Granger released a sigh of relief. Well, there was still the vacuum cleaner left, she only hoped wizards wouldn't suddenly decided to modernize too, she couldn't imagine how she'd do the cleaning then.
I think that being the mother of a witch when you're a muggle isn't always simple ;D
