Post by childminerva on Sept 28, 2007 18:06:29 GMT -5
Title: All it Takes
Rating: safe for everyone
Genre: *sigh* angst...though only if you've ever had a day like this. Romance maybe? Friendship? You decide.
Word Count: 297
Summary: Basically my life written from Mona's POV only w/out a Fil.
I just thought it was about time I wrote something for the challenge section again. A slightly longer version of this fic is on ff.net:
www.fanfiction.net/s/3807975/1/All_it_Takes
This is the first ff I've written in ages, btw. *sigh*
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It was late Friday afternoon that Pomona Sprout sat down to dinner in the Great Hall. It had been a hellish sort of week, with a full schedule of classes to teach, a tutoring session every other night and enough student breakdowns and teacher meetings to last her a lifetime.
Pomona’s exhausted state did not go unnoticed. Filius Flitwick was watching her from across the table. She had entered the Great Hall and taken her seat without paying any attention to her surroundings and had certainly not noticed him sitting at the other end of the table. He had watched as she sank down into her chair and he could tell that she was close to catatonic from the stresses of the week.
Filius wanted to get up and move over to sit with Pomona, but the professor on his left seemed intent upon talking and by the time Filius could escape, Pomona had already left the table and was making her way out of the Great Hall. Filius caught up with her just as she was starting to trudge up one of the dozens of staircases that stood between her and her quarters.
Pomona had tapped the last of her strength at this point and it was taking all her force of will to keep herself from plopping down on the stairs and having a good cry. She was seriously considering this course of action when she felt a small but strong hand slip into hers and give it a quick squeeze. She sniffed and fought back tears as she looked to her side and found Filius gazing at her, his lovely brown eyes full of understanding and the strength he was offering her.
Pomona squeezed his hand in return and together, they climbed the stairs.
Rating: safe for everyone
Genre: *sigh* angst...though only if you've ever had a day like this. Romance maybe? Friendship? You decide.
Word Count: 297
Summary: Basically my life written from Mona's POV only w/out a Fil.
I just thought it was about time I wrote something for the challenge section again. A slightly longer version of this fic is on ff.net:
www.fanfiction.net/s/3807975/1/All_it_Takes
This is the first ff I've written in ages, btw. *sigh*
*****
It was late Friday afternoon that Pomona Sprout sat down to dinner in the Great Hall. It had been a hellish sort of week, with a full schedule of classes to teach, a tutoring session every other night and enough student breakdowns and teacher meetings to last her a lifetime.
Pomona’s exhausted state did not go unnoticed. Filius Flitwick was watching her from across the table. She had entered the Great Hall and taken her seat without paying any attention to her surroundings and had certainly not noticed him sitting at the other end of the table. He had watched as she sank down into her chair and he could tell that she was close to catatonic from the stresses of the week.
Filius wanted to get up and move over to sit with Pomona, but the professor on his left seemed intent upon talking and by the time Filius could escape, Pomona had already left the table and was making her way out of the Great Hall. Filius caught up with her just as she was starting to trudge up one of the dozens of staircases that stood between her and her quarters.
Pomona had tapped the last of her strength at this point and it was taking all her force of will to keep herself from plopping down on the stairs and having a good cry. She was seriously considering this course of action when she felt a small but strong hand slip into hers and give it a quick squeeze. She sniffed and fought back tears as she looked to her side and found Filius gazing at her, his lovely brown eyes full of understanding and the strength he was offering her.
Pomona squeezed his hand in return and together, they climbed the stairs.
