Post by OSUSprinks on Mar 25, 2008 22:44:55 GMT -5
Okay so I just finished this and I don't know what to call it or how to end it. Not the best fic (perhaps the lamest lol), but it is late and the movie BASEketball is hilarious.
I think humor. What do you think?
"Just don't say something stupid." Severus threw back the rest of his whiskey before refilling the glass from the bottle Rosmerta had left for him.
"Thank you for that wonderful bit of advice, Sev. I'm sure Fil wouldn't have thought of that on his own." Rolanda glared at the potions master and Filius was again wishing he had kept his mouth shut.
It had started simply enough. He had asked Rolanda, Poppy and Minerva, her three best friends, if they would join him for a drink at the Three Broomsticks, knowing that Pomona would be busy supervising detentions for two of her Hufflepuffs who had stayed at the castle over winter break. He had only wanted a bit of advice from the three women who knew his love best, but somehow it had turned into a staff night out. He had tried to take the three witches aside to get their opinions, but that had not worked either and now it seemed the entire pub knew his intentions. He only hoped he could make it to Pomona before word got to her.
"You should take her away for a long weekend. Someplace beautiful she'll always want to remember… Paris or maybe Venice? Or maybe an island? Yes, somewhere exotic, that would be perfect." Celeste Sinistra sat across the table from Filius enjoying her second martini. He considered her advice for a moment. Celeste and Pomona had never been close and thanks to a bit of misunderstanding when Pomona and he had first begun their relationship, Filius was sure the two would never be friends, though they were at least friendly. Still, he could see him and Pomona laying on a beach somewhere or snuggled up together in a gondola. Yes, Celeste was onto something there.
"But what do I say? And yes, Severus, I know not something stupid, but beyond that?"
"Woo her!" Celeste said as if it were obvious.
"Woo her? What by Merlin's beard have we all been subjected to the last year if not him wooing her?" Severus looked half disgusted and half drunk.
"You wouldn't even know where to start wooing a woman if you wanted to," Rolanda shot back.
"That's enough you two," Poppy scolded. She turned back to Filius who was beginning to get nervous.
Severus was right; he thought he had been "wooing" Pomona. What exactly was he supposed to do now? Just as he was beginning to get truly upset, Poppy rested her hand over his drawing his attention.
"Just tell her how you feel. You have to know how much she loves you, Fil, and in twenty-some years of knowing her, I've never seen Pomona happier than when she is with you."
Poppy smiled at him and he felt slightly better. "Tell her you love her and want to spend the rest of your life with her. Then ask her."
Minerva nodded in agreement. "Simple works best, especially with Pomona. Don't you think she would rather it be in her greenhouses than someplace strange? She'll want to be near home so she can tell everyone." Minerva's voice rose to nearly a yell as she tried to make her point over Severus and Rolanda's argument that was steadily increasing in volume.
Filius took a sip of his own drink and tried to calm down. He had thought this would be simple. He loved Pomona. She loved him. They had even talked about marriage. Why was he now shaking at the mere thought of asking her?
Suddenly, the door to the bar was slammed back and Pomona entered. At least, Filius was pretty sure it was Pomona. Her hair was down, rare for public, and rather wild. It hung in wet curls around her face. Her soaked robes clung to every curve of her body and Filius was torn between wanting to cover her up and wanting to take her away to somewhere more secluded, preferably one of their bedrooms. The former won the moment he saw her hands balled into fists and her face more angry than he had ever seen her.
Pomona stormed over to the table full of her friends and colleagues, knowing she was most likely dripping rainwater all over Rosmerta's floor and not caring at all. She could not believe they had left her alone in the castle.
She had thought nothing of it when Albus stopped by to ask her to hold the wards while he went out for a few hours. Since she was already on duty of sorts, holding detention with two of her favorite seventh years who should have known better than to pick Argus' favorite broom closet, she just assumed that Albus and Minerva were going out for the evening and she was the obvious choice.
As she made her way to her rooms, after seeing her two offenders to their common room at the end of their detention, a veritable war broke out between the upperclassmen of Slytherin and Gryffindor. As Pomona stopped the fight, one of the younger Ravenclaws slipped in a puddle of goo left by a stray spell and broke his leg. By that time, all the other students had gathered in the main hall and Pomona was very nearly at her wits end. Luckily Albus chose that moment to arrive back. It took him mere moments to send all the children back to their houses, handing out detentions to those deserving and offering to take the young man with the broken leg to the hospital wing if she would run down to the Three Broomsticks to gather Poppy.
That had been the first she had heard of the staff night out, something they absolutely never did when there were students in the castle. It was not unheard of for the staff to take time off during break, but she could not believe they had left her like that, her best friends and the man she loved included, and according to Albus, it had been Filius’ idea to begin with. Thankfully, it had only been a small fight as there were only a few members of each house left in the castle, but it could have been so much worse.
And here they were, sitting at their normal table in the back, empty glasses filling the table, a sign of how busy Rosmerta was that night and how long they had been sitting there enjoying themselves.
She was going to kill them.
"Pomona! I'm glad you could come down and join us." Poppy got up to find her a chair, not that she was going to need one.
“I’m not joining you.” They looked at her in question and Pomona felt as though she could breathe fire. “Poppy, Albus needs you in the hospital wing and Filius should go with you.” She felt herself begin to shake as her anger grew. “Mr. Humphries fell and broke his leg while watching a fight between members of your houses, Minerva and Severus, so I dare say you are needed at the castle as well. And as for the rest of you, I wouldn’t want to sit and drink with you when I am needed elsewhere. In fact, I wouldn’t want to sit and drink with you if I was not needed anywhere at all!”
They were all very still for a moment, unsure what to do with a fiercely angry Pomona. They had all seen her frustrated at one time or another and she had always been a little emotional, but never this livid.
Filius looked at Poppy, trying to decide what to do. Pomona had told him of her temper, but until this moment he had never seen it. For the first time ever, he found himself scared of her.
“Is everything calmed down at the castle now, Mona?” Poppy pulled on her cloak and grabbed her purse.
“That is not the point. I cannot believe you left me on my own in the castle! And you!” She turned toward Filius and started advancing. “I cannot believe you planned the whole thing! You knew I had detentions tonight! You knew I couldn’t be here! And yet you took practically the whole bloody staff out of the castle for a night on the town!”
“Mona-love, I-“
“Don’t you dare ‘Mona-love’ me! You can’t get around me that easy. I am angry, Filius. I bet you didn’t think of me once throughout this whole ni-!”
“Marry me, Mona?”
Pomona paused mid rant and stared at the man she loved. She was not the only one. The rest of Rosmerta’s patrons had stopped talking and begun watching the fight from the time Pomona had entered the pub, but now they were silent, stunned by the turn of events.
“I told you he would say something stupid,” Severus said, then chugged the rest of his whiskey. Rolanda elbowed him, never taking her eyes off Pomona.
“W-what?” The color had completely left Pomona’s face and she looked like she would either cry or pass out at any moment.
Filius felt like a fool. He had not known what was going to come out of his mouth when he opened it, but he had never expected this. But there was no going back now.
He felt like he was moving through quicksand as he stood only to kneel before her. Taking the ring out of his pocket, Filius silently promised himself he would make up to her for this with the most romantic honeymoon ever.
“Pomona Jane Sprout, will you marry me?”
Pomona did not know whether to laugh or cry. It seemed almost surreal. She knew she should be angry with Filius, that she was angry, yet somehow she could not remember why. He was proposing to her, here, in a bar, and suddenly she could not imagine anything more romantic.
“Yes, Filius, yes, of course I will marry you.”
There was another moment of silence before Filius let out a yell. He grabbed her around the middle, swinging her in the air as Severus called for another round of drinks.
“See, it wasn’t stupid,” Rolanda said to Severus as he poured them both a shot.
“Not as stupid as this. Want to get married?” They took a shot together and Rolanda poured them another.
“Sure. We could be in Las Vegas in a few minutes.”
Severus stood, a little wobbly, and helped an equally drunk Rolanda to her feet. They stumbled around the crowd gathered around a supremely happy Filius and Pomona and out the door of the pub into the cold winter air.
…And a very happy winter break was had by all… until Rolanda and Severus woke from their three day long alcoholic stupor… but that is another story.
I told you it was lame. lol
I think humor. What do you think?
"Just don't say something stupid." Severus threw back the rest of his whiskey before refilling the glass from the bottle Rosmerta had left for him.
"Thank you for that wonderful bit of advice, Sev. I'm sure Fil wouldn't have thought of that on his own." Rolanda glared at the potions master and Filius was again wishing he had kept his mouth shut.
It had started simply enough. He had asked Rolanda, Poppy and Minerva, her three best friends, if they would join him for a drink at the Three Broomsticks, knowing that Pomona would be busy supervising detentions for two of her Hufflepuffs who had stayed at the castle over winter break. He had only wanted a bit of advice from the three women who knew his love best, but somehow it had turned into a staff night out. He had tried to take the three witches aside to get their opinions, but that had not worked either and now it seemed the entire pub knew his intentions. He only hoped he could make it to Pomona before word got to her.
"You should take her away for a long weekend. Someplace beautiful she'll always want to remember… Paris or maybe Venice? Or maybe an island? Yes, somewhere exotic, that would be perfect." Celeste Sinistra sat across the table from Filius enjoying her second martini. He considered her advice for a moment. Celeste and Pomona had never been close and thanks to a bit of misunderstanding when Pomona and he had first begun their relationship, Filius was sure the two would never be friends, though they were at least friendly. Still, he could see him and Pomona laying on a beach somewhere or snuggled up together in a gondola. Yes, Celeste was onto something there.
"But what do I say? And yes, Severus, I know not something stupid, but beyond that?"
"Woo her!" Celeste said as if it were obvious.
"Woo her? What by Merlin's beard have we all been subjected to the last year if not him wooing her?" Severus looked half disgusted and half drunk.
"You wouldn't even know where to start wooing a woman if you wanted to," Rolanda shot back.
"That's enough you two," Poppy scolded. She turned back to Filius who was beginning to get nervous.
Severus was right; he thought he had been "wooing" Pomona. What exactly was he supposed to do now? Just as he was beginning to get truly upset, Poppy rested her hand over his drawing his attention.
"Just tell her how you feel. You have to know how much she loves you, Fil, and in twenty-some years of knowing her, I've never seen Pomona happier than when she is with you."
Poppy smiled at him and he felt slightly better. "Tell her you love her and want to spend the rest of your life with her. Then ask her."
Minerva nodded in agreement. "Simple works best, especially with Pomona. Don't you think she would rather it be in her greenhouses than someplace strange? She'll want to be near home so she can tell everyone." Minerva's voice rose to nearly a yell as she tried to make her point over Severus and Rolanda's argument that was steadily increasing in volume.
Filius took a sip of his own drink and tried to calm down. He had thought this would be simple. He loved Pomona. She loved him. They had even talked about marriage. Why was he now shaking at the mere thought of asking her?
Suddenly, the door to the bar was slammed back and Pomona entered. At least, Filius was pretty sure it was Pomona. Her hair was down, rare for public, and rather wild. It hung in wet curls around her face. Her soaked robes clung to every curve of her body and Filius was torn between wanting to cover her up and wanting to take her away to somewhere more secluded, preferably one of their bedrooms. The former won the moment he saw her hands balled into fists and her face more angry than he had ever seen her.
Pomona stormed over to the table full of her friends and colleagues, knowing she was most likely dripping rainwater all over Rosmerta's floor and not caring at all. She could not believe they had left her alone in the castle.
She had thought nothing of it when Albus stopped by to ask her to hold the wards while he went out for a few hours. Since she was already on duty of sorts, holding detention with two of her favorite seventh years who should have known better than to pick Argus' favorite broom closet, she just assumed that Albus and Minerva were going out for the evening and she was the obvious choice.
As she made her way to her rooms, after seeing her two offenders to their common room at the end of their detention, a veritable war broke out between the upperclassmen of Slytherin and Gryffindor. As Pomona stopped the fight, one of the younger Ravenclaws slipped in a puddle of goo left by a stray spell and broke his leg. By that time, all the other students had gathered in the main hall and Pomona was very nearly at her wits end. Luckily Albus chose that moment to arrive back. It took him mere moments to send all the children back to their houses, handing out detentions to those deserving and offering to take the young man with the broken leg to the hospital wing if she would run down to the Three Broomsticks to gather Poppy.
That had been the first she had heard of the staff night out, something they absolutely never did when there were students in the castle. It was not unheard of for the staff to take time off during break, but she could not believe they had left her like that, her best friends and the man she loved included, and according to Albus, it had been Filius’ idea to begin with. Thankfully, it had only been a small fight as there were only a few members of each house left in the castle, but it could have been so much worse.
And here they were, sitting at their normal table in the back, empty glasses filling the table, a sign of how busy Rosmerta was that night and how long they had been sitting there enjoying themselves.
She was going to kill them.
"Pomona! I'm glad you could come down and join us." Poppy got up to find her a chair, not that she was going to need one.
“I’m not joining you.” They looked at her in question and Pomona felt as though she could breathe fire. “Poppy, Albus needs you in the hospital wing and Filius should go with you.” She felt herself begin to shake as her anger grew. “Mr. Humphries fell and broke his leg while watching a fight between members of your houses, Minerva and Severus, so I dare say you are needed at the castle as well. And as for the rest of you, I wouldn’t want to sit and drink with you when I am needed elsewhere. In fact, I wouldn’t want to sit and drink with you if I was not needed anywhere at all!”
They were all very still for a moment, unsure what to do with a fiercely angry Pomona. They had all seen her frustrated at one time or another and she had always been a little emotional, but never this livid.
Filius looked at Poppy, trying to decide what to do. Pomona had told him of her temper, but until this moment he had never seen it. For the first time ever, he found himself scared of her.
“Is everything calmed down at the castle now, Mona?” Poppy pulled on her cloak and grabbed her purse.
“That is not the point. I cannot believe you left me on my own in the castle! And you!” She turned toward Filius and started advancing. “I cannot believe you planned the whole thing! You knew I had detentions tonight! You knew I couldn’t be here! And yet you took practically the whole bloody staff out of the castle for a night on the town!”
“Mona-love, I-“
“Don’t you dare ‘Mona-love’ me! You can’t get around me that easy. I am angry, Filius. I bet you didn’t think of me once throughout this whole ni-!”
“Marry me, Mona?”
Pomona paused mid rant and stared at the man she loved. She was not the only one. The rest of Rosmerta’s patrons had stopped talking and begun watching the fight from the time Pomona had entered the pub, but now they were silent, stunned by the turn of events.
“I told you he would say something stupid,” Severus said, then chugged the rest of his whiskey. Rolanda elbowed him, never taking her eyes off Pomona.
“W-what?” The color had completely left Pomona’s face and she looked like she would either cry or pass out at any moment.
Filius felt like a fool. He had not known what was going to come out of his mouth when he opened it, but he had never expected this. But there was no going back now.
He felt like he was moving through quicksand as he stood only to kneel before her. Taking the ring out of his pocket, Filius silently promised himself he would make up to her for this with the most romantic honeymoon ever.
“Pomona Jane Sprout, will you marry me?”
Pomona did not know whether to laugh or cry. It seemed almost surreal. She knew she should be angry with Filius, that she was angry, yet somehow she could not remember why. He was proposing to her, here, in a bar, and suddenly she could not imagine anything more romantic.
“Yes, Filius, yes, of course I will marry you.”
There was another moment of silence before Filius let out a yell. He grabbed her around the middle, swinging her in the air as Severus called for another round of drinks.
“See, it wasn’t stupid,” Rolanda said to Severus as he poured them both a shot.
“Not as stupid as this. Want to get married?” They took a shot together and Rolanda poured them another.
“Sure. We could be in Las Vegas in a few minutes.”
Severus stood, a little wobbly, and helped an equally drunk Rolanda to her feet. They stumbled around the crowd gathered around a supremely happy Filius and Pomona and out the door of the pub into the cold winter air.
…And a very happy winter break was had by all… until Rolanda and Severus woke from their three day long alcoholic stupor… but that is another story.
I told you it was lame. lol
And I love Severus and Rolanda together so I hope they stay married too 
