Post by Smaug on Apr 4, 2008 14:21:21 GMT -5
Rating: EH
Word count: 296
Genre: Ick, well I don't know. I'm really stuck. It was going to be funny but it's not, so now I don't know. Suggestions are welcome, otherwise just other.
A/N: The time leading up to a silly argument, and this was one of the only reasons I could think of something like this to upset Pomona. I hope you enjoy it.
Pomona gazed into the blazing fire, revelling in the violent dancing of the flames. The room was utterly silent, but for the impatient tapping of her foot. From time to time she shot sharp glares towards the door. She could feel a headache building behind her eyes, and each tap of her foot shot a pain across her forehead. She stopped her tapping, thinking longingly of her awaiting bath. At that moment Filius entered whistling cheerily to himself.
His whistling faded quickly to silence, as if sensing the tension in the room. Pomona still remained silent, her face an image of perfect calm, other than her eyes.
“Good evening, Mona-love, how was your day?” Filius tried, smiling when she smiled at him, thinking it must be just his imagination.
Pomona seethed silently for a couple of seconds before snapping.
“Dreadful, utterly dreadful and it’s entirely your fault,” she shot at him, advancing towards him.
She paused before him, taking in his confused eyes and she sighed with frustration.
“And,” she prodded his chest, “you evidently have no idea what you’ve done!”
And with that she turned on heel and stalked towards their bedroom and bathroom. A blanket came sailing out of the room a brief moment later and landed on the couch.
“You’re sleeping there until you’ve realised what you’ve done!” she shouted from the bedroom.
The door snapped sharply shut after her, the click of a lock sounding afterwards.
Filius sighed and sat down. Immediately, he noticed the empty bottle of cherry soda stood on the coffee table. Oh no. He’d finished the bottle last night; he couldn’t believe he’d been so stupid. Merlin, he loved his wife, especially when she was pregnant. But it was far too difficult to keep up with her cravings.
Title edited by OSUSprinks
Word count: 296
Genre: Ick, well I don't know. I'm really stuck. It was going to be funny but it's not, so now I don't know. Suggestions are welcome, otherwise just other.
A/N: The time leading up to a silly argument, and this was one of the only reasons I could think of something like this to upset Pomona. I hope you enjoy it.
The Calm before the Storm
Pomona gazed into the blazing fire, revelling in the violent dancing of the flames. The room was utterly silent, but for the impatient tapping of her foot. From time to time she shot sharp glares towards the door. She could feel a headache building behind her eyes, and each tap of her foot shot a pain across her forehead. She stopped her tapping, thinking longingly of her awaiting bath. At that moment Filius entered whistling cheerily to himself.
His whistling faded quickly to silence, as if sensing the tension in the room. Pomona still remained silent, her face an image of perfect calm, other than her eyes.
“Good evening, Mona-love, how was your day?” Filius tried, smiling when she smiled at him, thinking it must be just his imagination.
Pomona seethed silently for a couple of seconds before snapping.
“Dreadful, utterly dreadful and it’s entirely your fault,” she shot at him, advancing towards him.
She paused before him, taking in his confused eyes and she sighed with frustration.
“And,” she prodded his chest, “you evidently have no idea what you’ve done!”
And with that she turned on heel and stalked towards their bedroom and bathroom. A blanket came sailing out of the room a brief moment later and landed on the couch.
“You’re sleeping there until you’ve realised what you’ve done!” she shouted from the bedroom.
The door snapped sharply shut after her, the click of a lock sounding afterwards.
Filius sighed and sat down. Immediately, he noticed the empty bottle of cherry soda stood on the coffee table. Oh no. He’d finished the bottle last night; he couldn’t believe he’d been so stupid. Merlin, he loved his wife, especially when she was pregnant. But it was far too difficult to keep up with her cravings.
Finite
Title edited by OSUSprinks
