Post by jayejaye on Jul 11, 2007 17:25:33 GMT -5
Firstly I would like to say that I had a very nasty case of writers block at about 150 words, so please make allowances for how crap this little fic is. I wouldn't bother posting it, but I promised Sprinkles I would enter. So, here it is...
Not Just Any Old Valentines Day
Tomorrow was February the 14th, Valentines Day. He had made the card himself, so much more personal than those bought from a shop; the type with garish pink hearts and trite, sappy poems inside. He has chosen an image of a muggle rosebush and written a simple message on the parchment with his favourite quill. He had found a muggle company called Flying Flowers and had ordered an identical plant to be delivered to her on Valentines Morning. Pomona had mentioned on one of his frequent trips to her greenhouse, that she preferred plants to bouquets; stating that once the flowers were cut they were already dead.
Filius was preparing his cottage for tomorrow’s dinner. It wasn’t just any old Valentines Day, oh no; tomorrow he would ask Pomona Sprout to marry him.
Everything had to be perfect. Pomona was not the sort of woman who demanded lavish meals at expensive restaurants, something he was eternally grateful for. He got so confused with all that cutlery, Minerva had saved him on many occasions at Ministry parties. But tomorrow Filius was planning an intimate picnic on a blanket in front of the fireplace; much more suited to his Mona.
He thought aloud… “Her favourite foods…check, Pink champagne…check, soft music…check” There, that was it, no, wait something was missing. Dear Merlin, the ring. Fumbling in the pocket of his robes Filius withdrew the maroon velvet covered box, placing it reverently on a side table he stepped back and admired his handiwork.
With a nod Filius cast a complex charm to keen the food fresh and champagne chilled. Climbing into bed, Filius couldn’t suppress a sigh as he fell asleep dreaming of Pomona laying beside him, the diamond and emerald ring glinting in the moonlight.