who ? Ron Weasley and Marlene McKinnon. when ? Friday 12th May, morning. where ? Marlene's house. what ? More incorporeal fun. warnings/rating ? SFW. status ? Complete.
It was just starting to get light outside when Ron woke to the sound of Fliss crying, and the clock on the wall of his bedroom informed him it was just gone five-thirty in the morning. Fortunately, it didn't take much more than a beaker full of water and a walk around the house to get Fliss to quiet down. Ron was about ready to put her down when the world changed disconcertingly. Ron felt his feet lose contact with the ground, as if he were on a broomstick just taking off. When he looked down he was, indeed, hovering. Despite the lack of any surface to push off from, the act of taking a step still propelled him forwards, towards Fliss's bedroom.
It wasn't until Ron got there and tried to pick up Fliss's favourite crochet doll to help her get back to sleep that he realised his hands weren't connecting to anything either. Ron frowned, hitching Fliss a little closer with his other arm. At least he could still hold his daughter. She burbled at him, making reaching hand motions towards his hair. "Okay, baby," he said, trying not to worry her with his voice or facial expression. He moved towards Fliss's crib, not entirely surprised when his hand went straight through that as well. Carefully, he lowered Fliss so her feet would touch the rail - except her foot didn't touch anything. With a sigh, Ron settled her against his chest. "Well, looks like it's just you and me," he observed.
Growing up in a magical family, and being an auror, Ron had seen a reasonable amount of weird magic, and he knew better than to run off to St Mungo's for every little thing. Neither he nor Fliss seemed to be in any danger, so Ron would at least wait until working hours before walking to the GP's office. Despite Ron's calm, it was a long three hours. It took half that time before he realised he could put Fliss down, because she didn't actually touch the floor. He had to keep an eye on her, though, because although nothing could hurt her, she could theoretically crawl through a wall, and Ron didn't much fancy that. On the dot of nine, Ron scooped Fliss up and looked himself over. He was in pyjamas, but he'd already tried putting on more clothes and that hadn't gone at all well. This would have to do - it wasn't indecent, or anything.
As he walked through his front door, it occurred to Ron to check in with his neighbour to see if this was happening to anyone else in the immediate area. He couldn't knock, and it would be rude to just walk in (even assuming the magical wards, if there were any, wouldn't have kept him out), so Ron just called out instead. "Hello?" He thought he heard an answer from within, though it was quiet. "Sorry to disturb you so early, but there's some weird magic going on."