- Rating:
- G
- House:
- Riddikulus
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Stats:
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Published: 09/28/2001Updated: 09/28/2001Words: 371Chapters: 1Hits: 983
Car Talk
METMA Mandy
- Story Summary:
- This is from the flying car's point of view... he's one sick automotive!
- Posted:
- 09/28/2001
- Hits:
- 983
- Author's Note:
- This was my very first METMA fic. *wipes tear from eye* It's from the point of view of the flying car that got smashed in the 2nd book.
Nobody ever asked me if I wanted to be bought by a crazy wizard. No, it was DEFINITELY not my choice. Somehow, being mangled and abused was NOT high up on my list. They never mentioned buggers like this in Human Understanding 101. Sure, they said some guys might not change my oil, and some teenagers might snog in the back-seat, but they neglected to mention our magical "friends."
And you know what? Being taken apart isn't real pleasant. That crazy Mr. Weasley... first he steals me out of some junk pile where I was VERY comfortable, mind you, and then he commences with tearing me to bits. (I'm sure I've lost a couple spark plugs, and I've never felt the same since.) THEN, he rewires me completely. I mean, he changed my rock and roll station to "The Wizard Family Hour"! And my paint color! I was a pretty thing once, a red convertible, and then Mr. Weasley commences painting me TURQUOISE! I nearly fainted when I saw myself for the first time after that. As it were, I quit working for a week (that taught him!)
Of course, he felt the need to install a couple of his own inventions in the car. Now, then. Cars weren't meant to fly. I, personally, am deathly afraid of heights. But did Mr. Weasley ask ME if I wanted to become the newest member of "Fliers for Free Worms"? No. It's bad enough those birds are always pooping on me...how horrible to have to lower (or rather, raise) myself to their level!
You know what, it hurts to become invisible. It feels like someone's pulling out your exhaust pipe and tying it in a knot. But did Mr. Weasley or his aggravating sons care what I felt? No, they did not. They woke me up at all hours of the night to rescue their little friends. They stretched out my back-seat and made me feel like a balloon. They're even trying to fly me hundreds of miles to their blasted school as I speak. Well, I've had enough. An American-made Ford Anglia deserves better than those British buggers. I quit! And those rotten kids sitting on me are out of luck!
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And you know what? Being taken apart isn't real pleasant. That crazy Mr. Weasley... first he steals me out of some junk pile where I was VERY comfortable, mind you, and then he commences with tearing me to bits. (I'm sure I've lost a couple spark plugs, and I've never felt the same since.) THEN, he rewires me completely. I mean, he changed my rock and roll station to "The Wizard Family Hour"! And my paint color! I was a pretty thing once, a red convertible, and then Mr. Weasley commences painting me TURQUOISE! I nearly fainted when I saw myself for the first time after that. As it were, I quit working for a week (that taught him!)
Of course, he felt the need to install a couple of his own inventions in the car. Now, then. Cars weren't meant to fly. I, personally, am deathly afraid of heights. But did Mr. Weasley ask ME if I wanted to become the newest member of "Fliers for Free Worms"? No. It's bad enough those birds are always pooping on me...how horrible to have to lower (or rather, raise) myself to their level!
You know what, it hurts to become invisible. It feels like someone's pulling out your exhaust pipe and tying it in a knot. But did Mr. Weasley or his aggravating sons care what I felt? No, they did not. They woke me up at all hours of the night to rescue their little friends. They stretched out my back-seat and made me feel like a balloon. They're even trying to fly me hundreds of miles to their blasted school as I speak. Well, I've had enough. An American-made Ford Anglia deserves better than those British buggers. I quit! And those rotten kids sitting on me are out of luck!
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I realize that was absolute randomness, but I thought it would be interesting to find out what type of personality the car had. As it turns out, he wasn't too nice ^-^. But wouldn't you be angry if they did that stuff to you?