Things That are Suppossed to Happen Series

Mr. Weasley Meets Mr. Light Socket

Yellow's Segment

Mr. Weasley walked up the tidy walkway up to the front door of what he presumed to be the Granger's house. He checked the slip of paper in his hand and the number on the house. This was indeed Hermione's house. He knocked three times on the front door and stood waiting. A few moments later Hermione's face appeared at the door.

"Mr. Weasley, how nice to see you, come in please." She stood back and allowed Mr. Weasley to enter.

He took but one step in and his eyes lit up in pure glee. This was a muggle house! They had muggle things! He had to look around.

"Mr. Weasley, I'll be just a moment, my parents are in the other room, make yourself at home." She disappeared upstairs.

Mr. Weasley walked into the room where Hermione said her parents were, the kitchen. He stepped in there and squealed in delight causing Hermione's parents to share a meaningful glance.

"Oooh! Look! All these muggle things! Oooh! I love them! They're so cute! Do you use them all the time? May I try? Ooooh! I know what that is! That's a micerwave! I've always wanted to try one! Oooh! This is so exciting!" He sputtered out in one breath.

Mr. Granger raised his eyebrows, "Um, yes, that is a microwave, you've never used one before?"

Mr. Weasley shook his head, his eyes wide and innocent, he was looking more and more like a child every minute, a tall, balding child.

"Well, yes, we have plenty of gadgets in here, as a matter of fact we just got a new garbage disposal installed, would you like to look?"

Mr. Weasley nodded mutely and followed Mr. Granger to the sink. Mr. Granger turned the faucet on and flicked the switch on the wall, a strange gurgling noise erupted from the sink.

"Oooh! That runs off of eckeltricity! Oooh! Can I touch it?" He reached his hand into the sink.

"NO!" Mr. Granger turned the garbage disposal off. "That could cut off your hand! Do you understand what could have happened?"

Mr. Weasley nodded, fear evident in his eyes.

Suddenly, a voice echoed from upstairs, "Mum, Dad, can you help me with this?"

Mr. Granger turned to Mr. Weasley, "I'm going to go upstairs, just stand here...don-don't touch anything while I'm gone!" He disappeared upstairs.

Mr. Weasley tried his best to stand still, and he actually managed it for a good fifteen seconds, but his curiosity got the better of him. He walked back over to the sink and turned it on. He noticed that the top of the faucet could detach with a little hose and he decided to play with it. He pulled it off and shot water all around the kitchen. He began to giggle thinking that this was great fun.

Suddenly, he heard feet on the stairs. He quickly wrestled with the hose and ended up with the hose directed in his face, he almost managed to drown himself before Mr. Granger saved him.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" Mr. Granger cried. "I told you not to touch anything!"

"Well, I wanted to see how you got the garbage thingie to work." Mr. Weasley whined. He glanced around the kitchen, surveying the damage, when something caught his eye. He headed towards it.

"Now, see here..." Mr. Granger began.

"Don't worry," Mr. Weasley said with a smile, "I know what that is, that's a plug, and I collect plugs."

Mr. Granger stared at him as though he were mad.

"And that's a socket, I know what that is too, don't worry, I'm a professional." He picked up the plug and began to insert it into the socket.

"No!" Mr. Granger cried, "You're risking electric...oh never mind," he sighed in defeat, "Why do I even bother?"

Mr. Weasley inserted the plug and felt the jolt of electricity go through him, he blacked out.