Post by morethanacrush on Jun 29, 2007 19:08:41 GMT -5
ooooh look at me. I'm writing my first FFPS fic. I'm proud of myself. lol.
reviews for luck guys!!
Filius never did believe in love at first sight. He believed that in order to love someone, you must know them. You must know what they like to do in their spare time; their favorite flavor of ice cream; what they want out of life.
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, graciously stepped aside to allow the short wizard to step into his office. Filius Flitwick was to be the new Charms Master of Hogwarts, and to say that he was nervous was the wrong statement. The excitement bubbled and flowed through his veins, as he nodded to the smiling headmaster that he had unpacked and settled into his chambers.
Filius’ smile reached his dark eyes, as he made his observances of the office. He grinned as he saw that everything was coordinated, except for the rather large purple arm chair in front of the fire place. Albus followed his eyes, and chuckled.
“I managed to wear down my wife to allow me one simple pleasure. It is apparent that I do not have the best skill with making a good impression for Hogwarts.”
Filius laughed, and nodded. His ran a hand through his light brown hair, as Albus informed him that he would be taking him around the castle to meet rest of the staff. Filius nodded, and followed him dutifully through the door.
The first stop was to the Transfiguration rooms. There, sitting at a desk rather stiffly, was a young woman. Her black hair was pulled strictly back into a bun, and square spectacles sat on her nose, as she wrote furiously across a piece of parchment. Albus knocked on the door, Filius right beside him.
The young woman looked up, and smile caressed her stern face. “Albus.” She stood up from her desk and moved forward towards the two men.
After kissing his cheek swiftly, she turned to Filius. “Minerva, I would like you to meet our new Charms master, Filius Flitwick.” Albus introduced.
Minerva smiled warmly to Filius, and shook his hand. “I’m Minerva McGonagall – the Transfiguration Mistress.” She introduced herself.
Filius nodded, smiling right back at her.
The introductions went smoothly, with the exception of the Potions Master. Albus informed him about his belief on Potions Masters preferring to keep to themselves – or at least the good ones anyway.
The last introductions were made outside, one to the Quidditch coach, and the other to Pomona Sprout, a new professor this year as well Filius was informed. She would be taking over the position of Herbology professor.
Filius walked over to the greenhouses with Albus, chatting about the rules of the students being outside. Filius found that the rules had changed a lot since the war against Grindlewald, and the fear of his followers attacking were still evident.
They stopped shortly at the door to the last greenhouse. Albus knocked three times, and a call came out from inside, telling them to come right in. Albus politely shut the door behind them both, as Filius found himself in wonder of all the different plants he found in front of him.
“Pomona? May I have a quick word – there is someone who I would like to introduce to you.” Albus inquired, both men looking back and forth the length of the greenhouse, searching for a face to place with the voice.
“Yes, Headmaster?”
A young woman stood up right in front of both men, making Filius catch his breath in his throat. She smiled sweetly, her cheeks rosy with a scrape of mud on one cheek. Her hair was up messily held back in a brown, straight ponytail. With the back of her wrist, she pushed her bangs back, only to have them fall back into her deep brown eyes. She stepped out from behind the aisle table, wiping her dirty hands on her apron. She revealed to Filius her beautifully curvy frame, as she offered him a hand, freshly wiped clean.
Filius shook himself out of his head, and smiled back, shaking the offered hand. Introductions were made, and Albus soon decided to leave the two in their lively conversation about plants. Filius had always been interested in Herbology, but with his strict and rude teacher in his years of Hogwarts, he had been turned off.
As he watched Pomona Sprout fill another pot up with the dark soil, by hand, he couldn’t help the words escape his mouth – “You’re beautiful.” He breathed.
Pomona stopped in her tracks. She stared at her hands, halfway into the bag of Merigold’s Magical Grow for a few seconds, before slowly bringing them up to meet his eyes.
Filius’ eyes were wide, and his lips were parted slightly. Neither moved an inch, as their eyes were locked. Finally, Pomona took a handful of the grow out of the bag, and fluffed it into the pot. “I am not beautiful.” She broke the silence between the two.
“How can you say that?” Filius asked, wondering why women took no credit for their beauty.
“Because it’s simply not true.” She argued, fluffing more dirt into the pot.
“What is wrong with women and not being able to take compliments?” Filius muttered to himself, perhaps a bit too loudly.
Pomona stopped what she was doing, and places her wrists and the heels of her palms onto the edge of the counter. She locked eyes with Filius, and clenched her jaw. “First of all, I know plenty of women who can take compliments. Secondly, look at me!” she cried, throwing her hands down towards herself, as she stepped back to allow Filius one more look at her body from behind the counter.
“My hips are too wide for my waist, my shoulders are too narrow for my breasts, my clothes are just layered in dirt, and I’m sure my face is just as dirty as well. Not to mention my hair is absolute mess.” She declared, shaking her head. “There is no way anyone would think that I, Pomona Sprout, am beautiful, because I’m always like this!”
Filius watched her go back to filling the next pot with soil, fighting the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. He slipped off the bench, and walked around to her side of the counter. He took her hand, and twisted her to face him, holding in front of him.
“Women who spend too much on their appearances are vastly overrated.” He announced, as he leaned in quickly for a kiss.
Filius never did believe in love at first sight. But there was an exception – the day he met his wife, Pomona Sprout. So perhaps he did believe in love at first sight after all.
reviews for luck guys!!
Filius never did believe in love at first sight. He believed that in order to love someone, you must know them. You must know what they like to do in their spare time; their favorite flavor of ice cream; what they want out of life.
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, graciously stepped aside to allow the short wizard to step into his office. Filius Flitwick was to be the new Charms Master of Hogwarts, and to say that he was nervous was the wrong statement. The excitement bubbled and flowed through his veins, as he nodded to the smiling headmaster that he had unpacked and settled into his chambers.
Filius’ smile reached his dark eyes, as he made his observances of the office. He grinned as he saw that everything was coordinated, except for the rather large purple arm chair in front of the fire place. Albus followed his eyes, and chuckled.
“I managed to wear down my wife to allow me one simple pleasure. It is apparent that I do not have the best skill with making a good impression for Hogwarts.”
Filius laughed, and nodded. His ran a hand through his light brown hair, as Albus informed him that he would be taking him around the castle to meet rest of the staff. Filius nodded, and followed him dutifully through the door.
The first stop was to the Transfiguration rooms. There, sitting at a desk rather stiffly, was a young woman. Her black hair was pulled strictly back into a bun, and square spectacles sat on her nose, as she wrote furiously across a piece of parchment. Albus knocked on the door, Filius right beside him.
The young woman looked up, and smile caressed her stern face. “Albus.” She stood up from her desk and moved forward towards the two men.
After kissing his cheek swiftly, she turned to Filius. “Minerva, I would like you to meet our new Charms master, Filius Flitwick.” Albus introduced.
Minerva smiled warmly to Filius, and shook his hand. “I’m Minerva McGonagall – the Transfiguration Mistress.” She introduced herself.
Filius nodded, smiling right back at her.
The introductions went smoothly, with the exception of the Potions Master. Albus informed him about his belief on Potions Masters preferring to keep to themselves – or at least the good ones anyway.
The last introductions were made outside, one to the Quidditch coach, and the other to Pomona Sprout, a new professor this year as well Filius was informed. She would be taking over the position of Herbology professor.
Filius walked over to the greenhouses with Albus, chatting about the rules of the students being outside. Filius found that the rules had changed a lot since the war against Grindlewald, and the fear of his followers attacking were still evident.
They stopped shortly at the door to the last greenhouse. Albus knocked three times, and a call came out from inside, telling them to come right in. Albus politely shut the door behind them both, as Filius found himself in wonder of all the different plants he found in front of him.
“Pomona? May I have a quick word – there is someone who I would like to introduce to you.” Albus inquired, both men looking back and forth the length of the greenhouse, searching for a face to place with the voice.
“Yes, Headmaster?”
A young woman stood up right in front of both men, making Filius catch his breath in his throat. She smiled sweetly, her cheeks rosy with a scrape of mud on one cheek. Her hair was up messily held back in a brown, straight ponytail. With the back of her wrist, she pushed her bangs back, only to have them fall back into her deep brown eyes. She stepped out from behind the aisle table, wiping her dirty hands on her apron. She revealed to Filius her beautifully curvy frame, as she offered him a hand, freshly wiped clean.
Filius shook himself out of his head, and smiled back, shaking the offered hand. Introductions were made, and Albus soon decided to leave the two in their lively conversation about plants. Filius had always been interested in Herbology, but with his strict and rude teacher in his years of Hogwarts, he had been turned off.
As he watched Pomona Sprout fill another pot up with the dark soil, by hand, he couldn’t help the words escape his mouth – “You’re beautiful.” He breathed.
Pomona stopped in her tracks. She stared at her hands, halfway into the bag of Merigold’s Magical Grow for a few seconds, before slowly bringing them up to meet his eyes.
Filius’ eyes were wide, and his lips were parted slightly. Neither moved an inch, as their eyes were locked. Finally, Pomona took a handful of the grow out of the bag, and fluffed it into the pot. “I am not beautiful.” She broke the silence between the two.
“How can you say that?” Filius asked, wondering why women took no credit for their beauty.
“Because it’s simply not true.” She argued, fluffing more dirt into the pot.
“What is wrong with women and not being able to take compliments?” Filius muttered to himself, perhaps a bit too loudly.
Pomona stopped what she was doing, and places her wrists and the heels of her palms onto the edge of the counter. She locked eyes with Filius, and clenched her jaw. “First of all, I know plenty of women who can take compliments. Secondly, look at me!” she cried, throwing her hands down towards herself, as she stepped back to allow Filius one more look at her body from behind the counter.
“My hips are too wide for my waist, my shoulders are too narrow for my breasts, my clothes are just layered in dirt, and I’m sure my face is just as dirty as well. Not to mention my hair is absolute mess.” She declared, shaking her head. “There is no way anyone would think that I, Pomona Sprout, am beautiful, because I’m always like this!”
Filius watched her go back to filling the next pot with soil, fighting the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. He slipped off the bench, and walked around to her side of the counter. He took her hand, and twisted her to face him, holding in front of him.
“Women who spend too much on their appearances are vastly overrated.” He announced, as he leaned in quickly for a kiss.
Filius never did believe in love at first sight. But there was an exception – the day he met his wife, Pomona Sprout. So perhaps he did believe in love at first sight after all.