Post by laundrybasket on May 31, 2007 7:56:30 GMT -5
Title: The Trip
Summary: Filius and Pomona argue before they leave.
Rating: K- G- 5+
Disclaimer: The character aren't mine by a longshot.
Author's Note: The first fic on the boards! Oh, 'tis so exciting! lol. Well, this is short though, only 200 words. So until someone else posts, you'll have to feed of this for a bit
Filius Flitwick was very annoyed.
It was not something that happened often. It also had to do with his wife, which was even more rare. They didn't often disagree.
But Pomona Sprout was being absolutely unreasonable.
They had been planning to go to her Herbology convention for months; they had sorted and sealed and packed everything. Today they were taking a Portkey to their hotel at exactly three o' clock.
Today was also the day Pomona decided that everything in the house had to be spotless.
"Dear, I just cannot bear to leave the house filthy," she explained, removing a silver candle from it's candelabra and wiping it with a dust rag.
"That makes absolutely no sense," he told her, tapping his foot impatiently as the arrow on the clock moved ever closer to three.
"Of course it does. I'd have mounds of work to do if we came home to a dirty house." Now Pomona was getting exasperated.
"We're going to be late," Filius reasoned.
"You are being difficult."
Filius sighed. "You now, Mona, I will never understand you."
She grinned and pecked him on the cheek as she levitated their bags toward the door.
"And that's the way I like it, dear."
Summary: Filius and Pomona argue before they leave.
Rating: K- G- 5+
Disclaimer: The character aren't mine by a longshot.
Author's Note: The first fic on the boards! Oh, 'tis so exciting! lol. Well, this is short though, only 200 words. So until someone else posts, you'll have to feed of this for a bit
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Filius Flitwick was very annoyed.
It was not something that happened often. It also had to do with his wife, which was even more rare. They didn't often disagree.
But Pomona Sprout was being absolutely unreasonable.
They had been planning to go to her Herbology convention for months; they had sorted and sealed and packed everything. Today they were taking a Portkey to their hotel at exactly three o' clock.
Today was also the day Pomona decided that everything in the house had to be spotless.
"Dear, I just cannot bear to leave the house filthy," she explained, removing a silver candle from it's candelabra and wiping it with a dust rag.
"That makes absolutely no sense," he told her, tapping his foot impatiently as the arrow on the clock moved ever closer to three.
"Of course it does. I'd have mounds of work to do if we came home to a dirty house." Now Pomona was getting exasperated.
"We're going to be late," Filius reasoned.
"You are being difficult."
Filius sighed. "You now, Mona, I will never understand you."
She grinned and pecked him on the cheek as she levitated their bags toward the door.
"And that's the way I like it, dear."