Post by stefdarlin on Apr 9, 2008 8:56:55 GMT -5
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: E
Disclaimer: You know the drill, JKR, blah, blah, blah.
Title: Knocked for Six
“Do you think I am stupid!? Just because I am a Hufflepuff doesn’t mean I haven’t got eyes or a brain in my head! If you have a problem with me then, by Merlin, you should come to me and discuss it like a civilized wizard Professor Flitwick! You…you…you…Ravenclaw,” Pomona Sprout stabbed the air only inches from his chest, advancing on him with each stab.
Filius Flitwick’s brows rose in surprise as he retreated a bit, caught off guard by the fury in the woman before him. “But Pomona I…”
She cut him off, “I have seen you talking to all my friends behind my back! You stop talking when I come in the vicinity. When Minerva, my oldest and dearest friend, got caught up in this that was the very last straw!! What, exactly, is your problem with me!?” Pomona crossed her arms over her chest in defiance.
Filius eyed her cautiously. “But Pomona, I was only gathering information so I could ask you out,” he began hesitantly.
Pomona’s arms dropped, her breath caught in her chest and she exclaimed, “Oh!” She captured one side of her bottom lip into her mouth with her teeth and coloured brightly.
“So…can I pick you up around seven,” Filius asked, taking advantage of Pomona’s stunned silence.
Silently Pomona nodded and stuttered, “U…Umm…seven? Ye..yes, alright.”
“Then I will be at your door at seven. Until then my dear…” With which he reached out and took her hand to place a gentle kiss upon it then spun around and walked up the stairs.
“Ye…yes, ok, s..ssee you then.” Pomona stood there still flabbergasted but her eyes began to focus just a little as she raised her hand to her mouth. A gentle smile came to her lips when she heard him start to whistle.
Rating: E
Disclaimer: You know the drill, JKR, blah, blah, blah.
Title: Knocked for Six
“Do you think I am stupid!? Just because I am a Hufflepuff doesn’t mean I haven’t got eyes or a brain in my head! If you have a problem with me then, by Merlin, you should come to me and discuss it like a civilized wizard Professor Flitwick! You…you…you…Ravenclaw,” Pomona Sprout stabbed the air only inches from his chest, advancing on him with each stab.
Filius Flitwick’s brows rose in surprise as he retreated a bit, caught off guard by the fury in the woman before him. “But Pomona I…”
She cut him off, “I have seen you talking to all my friends behind my back! You stop talking when I come in the vicinity. When Minerva, my oldest and dearest friend, got caught up in this that was the very last straw!! What, exactly, is your problem with me!?” Pomona crossed her arms over her chest in defiance.
Filius eyed her cautiously. “But Pomona, I was only gathering information so I could ask you out,” he began hesitantly.
Pomona’s arms dropped, her breath caught in her chest and she exclaimed, “Oh!” She captured one side of her bottom lip into her mouth with her teeth and coloured brightly.
“So…can I pick you up around seven,” Filius asked, taking advantage of Pomona’s stunned silence.
Silently Pomona nodded and stuttered, “U…Umm…seven? Ye..yes, alright.”
“Then I will be at your door at seven. Until then my dear…” With which he reached out and took her hand to place a gentle kiss upon it then spun around and walked up the stairs.
“Ye…yes, ok, s..ssee you then.” Pomona stood there still flabbergasted but her eyes began to focus just a little as she raised her hand to her mouth. A gentle smile came to her lips when she heard him start to whistle.
