Post by SakiJune on Sept 1, 2008 12:21:30 GMT -5
Title: the same as the prompt, i.e.: Fun
Author's notes (or, I'll better say, jabber): It is not Filius' fault if Warwick Davis accepted to appear like that in the movies after the first one, is it? Anyway, I promise this is the first and last time I think of him looking "like that".
Real summary: To be funny does not mean to be ridiculous. Sometimes it is a wise man's best quality.
Rating: anyone, really!
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Pomona's American cousin was rather eccentric, quite unlike the other members of the Sprout family. He had turned up in Hogsmeade the day before and it seemed he was not going to leave any time soon.
"I'm afraid I haven't caught your first name, sir," Drew said, his face red after too many drinks.
"Well, it's Filius."
"I'd have bet it was Julius. With that moustache and such a sense of humour..."
Filius cast him a questioning glance.
"I mean you look like Groucho. Groucho Marx."
"Sorry, I've never heard of this man. Is he a Muggle celebrity?"
"He was," Drew nodded. "Perhaps the most known comedian in the USA. Are you an actor as well, Mr. Flitwick?"
"Drew, I thought I already told you," Pomona pointed out, a little piqued. "Fil is the Charms professor at Hogwarts, a former Dueling champion, and one of the best scholars in the whole Wizarding World! How can you associate him with an ordinary showman?"
Filius grinned, raising his eyebrows. "Why, darling? Your cousin is right. I like to think of myself as a sort of comedian. I feel fine when I make people laugh. And when they laugh at me, too," he added, with a wink.
"Well said, Groucho..."
Pomona frowned. "Stop with that, Drew. He's not a grouch at all. It doesn't fit him!"
"Okay. What's his pet name, 'Mona, when you two are alone together?"
She blushed, a childlike smile on her face, then she pretended again she was angry. "You were on your way back to Abe's, weren't you? Good night, Andrew, sleep well."
Dreadfully amused, he pinched Pomona's cheeks and vigorously shook Filius' hand.
"Alright, I got it. See you tomorrow, turtledoves!" And he walked away, whistling a mysterious Muggle tune.
Author's notes (or, I'll better say, jabber): It is not Filius' fault if Warwick Davis accepted to appear like that in the movies after the first one, is it? Anyway, I promise this is the first and last time I think of him looking "like that".
Real summary: To be funny does not mean to be ridiculous. Sometimes it is a wise man's best quality.
Rating: anyone, really!
***
Pomona's American cousin was rather eccentric, quite unlike the other members of the Sprout family. He had turned up in Hogsmeade the day before and it seemed he was not going to leave any time soon.
"I'm afraid I haven't caught your first name, sir," Drew said, his face red after too many drinks.
"Well, it's Filius."
"I'd have bet it was Julius. With that moustache and such a sense of humour..."
Filius cast him a questioning glance.
"I mean you look like Groucho. Groucho Marx."
"Sorry, I've never heard of this man. Is he a Muggle celebrity?"
"He was," Drew nodded. "Perhaps the most known comedian in the USA. Are you an actor as well, Mr. Flitwick?"
"Drew, I thought I already told you," Pomona pointed out, a little piqued. "Fil is the Charms professor at Hogwarts, a former Dueling champion, and one of the best scholars in the whole Wizarding World! How can you associate him with an ordinary showman?"
Filius grinned, raising his eyebrows. "Why, darling? Your cousin is right. I like to think of myself as a sort of comedian. I feel fine when I make people laugh. And when they laugh at me, too," he added, with a wink.
"Well said, Groucho..."
Pomona frowned. "Stop with that, Drew. He's not a grouch at all. It doesn't fit him!"
"Okay. What's his pet name, 'Mona, when you two are alone together?"
She blushed, a childlike smile on her face, then she pretended again she was angry. "You were on your way back to Abe's, weren't you? Good night, Andrew, sleep well."
Dreadfully amused, he pinched Pomona's cheeks and vigorously shook Filius' hand.
"Alright, I got it. See you tomorrow, turtledoves!" And he walked away, whistling a mysterious Muggle tune.
