Post by pinkie on May 13, 2008 6:23:48 GMT -5
I heard this song (about twelve times in a row) on my iPod the other day and a new story started to form in my mind... Here is the first installment - there will be a few.
disclaimer: i am not JK Rowling
chapter 1 -
Weighing the pros and cons day after day during the crisp nights of early spring, Pomona decided that one con could never outweigh all the pros. The position offered to her was one of the things she had dreamed of ever since she had graduated. She had already bred a delicate fanged geranium and after finding an exquisite night-blooming orchid in the rainforests in Brazil, she did not feel she could rise any higher. Teaching would mean she could pass on her knowledge and perhaps inspire others to go out into the world as Healer's assistants, breeders of useful plants and flowers, but also of keen hobbyists – a nice garden is a joy for anyone, Pomona thought.
There was that one tiny con though… Being one of Minerva McGonagall closest friends, Pomona was very much aware of the recent staff changes at Hogwarts and that someone she used to know had taken the position of Charms Professor. An ex-dueler. A keen musician. Filius…
Pomona turned to her back and stared at the ceiling. Filius…
Students always assumed that there was only one train to Hogwarts on their first day and one their last day, but of course there was just a normal schedule, a train going towards Hogwarts and one towards London every hour. Pomona had given herself plenty of time and was now sitting on her trunk, waiting for the train to pull into the station. She had a couple of magazines and a crossword in a smaller bag and she was looking around to see if she could spot some familiar faces. She knew Minerva wouldn't be there for the obvious reasons, but there was a chance she would meet up with Poppy.
Once upon a time, not even all that long ago, Pomona, Poppy and Minerva had been in the same year, all in different houses. They had been the exceptions to the rule that best friends were always in the same house. Even back then Poppy would fall asleep fifteen minutes after departure. Pondering how time would be different in each stage of life: going so slowly as a child longing to grow up, so quickly as a student, never willing to enter the world of adulthood and the tedious time of being an office slave, Pomona's eye fell on the one figure she had tried to avoid.
Quickly she stared at the ground and hoped he had not seen her. She could hear the thuds of the train approaching and she got up from the trunk, still facing the ground, pulling at the handle before deciding to levitate it. After giving her ticket to the attendant, she entered a compartment and fell down on the soft brown leather seats. There was only the sound of steam being released from the locomotive and the sounds of people bustling next to the train. Nobody joined Pomona and she sighed with relief as the train was put into motion, the first few yards towards a new life.
The travel to Hogwarts had always taken long and Pomona couldn't conceal the grumbling sounds that were coming from her stomach. She hoped the cart with tea and snacks would come soon. She flipped through the Muggle magazines she had bought in the station, wondering why women would want to dress up in those skintight jeans. It looked like even the thin models had difficulty breathing. There was a sample of some kind of body lotion. Pomona tried it and shook her head in amusement and wondered why Muggles would rub themselves with inferior products.
When the door opened, Pomona looked up in happy anticipation of the tea lady. Instead, there was the slight figure of Filius. She could feel her heart starting to pound and she felt her tongue drying. She didn't know what to do, what to say. Filius walked nearer towards her, he wasn't not looking at her, as if he too was shy and feeling a little awkward.
"Hi…" she heard him say and she only answered with a nod. He walked on, not turning his head. Pomona balled her hands into fists and unclenched them to relieve the tension that so quickly had built up in her body. She swallowed to fight back a tear that had welled up in her eye and when the tea lady did come in, she ordered her cuppa and a sandwich without saying much. Not that Pomona needed to say anything, the tea lady's mouth didn't stop moving. Talking about the lovely time of the year, the professors that had been coming and going, that she remembered vividly a child with a yellow-eyed toad… Pomona just nodded and smiled absentmindedly.
Filius didn't come through her compartment again.
Next installment will follow this week
disclaimer: i am not JK Rowling
"It's all coming back to me now"
chapter 1 -
Weighing the pros and cons day after day during the crisp nights of early spring, Pomona decided that one con could never outweigh all the pros. The position offered to her was one of the things she had dreamed of ever since she had graduated. She had already bred a delicate fanged geranium and after finding an exquisite night-blooming orchid in the rainforests in Brazil, she did not feel she could rise any higher. Teaching would mean she could pass on her knowledge and perhaps inspire others to go out into the world as Healer's assistants, breeders of useful plants and flowers, but also of keen hobbyists – a nice garden is a joy for anyone, Pomona thought.
There was that one tiny con though… Being one of Minerva McGonagall closest friends, Pomona was very much aware of the recent staff changes at Hogwarts and that someone she used to know had taken the position of Charms Professor. An ex-dueler. A keen musician. Filius…
Pomona turned to her back and stared at the ceiling. Filius…
Students always assumed that there was only one train to Hogwarts on their first day and one their last day, but of course there was just a normal schedule, a train going towards Hogwarts and one towards London every hour. Pomona had given herself plenty of time and was now sitting on her trunk, waiting for the train to pull into the station. She had a couple of magazines and a crossword in a smaller bag and she was looking around to see if she could spot some familiar faces. She knew Minerva wouldn't be there for the obvious reasons, but there was a chance she would meet up with Poppy.
Once upon a time, not even all that long ago, Pomona, Poppy and Minerva had been in the same year, all in different houses. They had been the exceptions to the rule that best friends were always in the same house. Even back then Poppy would fall asleep fifteen minutes after departure. Pondering how time would be different in each stage of life: going so slowly as a child longing to grow up, so quickly as a student, never willing to enter the world of adulthood and the tedious time of being an office slave, Pomona's eye fell on the one figure she had tried to avoid.
Quickly she stared at the ground and hoped he had not seen her. She could hear the thuds of the train approaching and she got up from the trunk, still facing the ground, pulling at the handle before deciding to levitate it. After giving her ticket to the attendant, she entered a compartment and fell down on the soft brown leather seats. There was only the sound of steam being released from the locomotive and the sounds of people bustling next to the train. Nobody joined Pomona and she sighed with relief as the train was put into motion, the first few yards towards a new life.
The travel to Hogwarts had always taken long and Pomona couldn't conceal the grumbling sounds that were coming from her stomach. She hoped the cart with tea and snacks would come soon. She flipped through the Muggle magazines she had bought in the station, wondering why women would want to dress up in those skintight jeans. It looked like even the thin models had difficulty breathing. There was a sample of some kind of body lotion. Pomona tried it and shook her head in amusement and wondered why Muggles would rub themselves with inferior products.
When the door opened, Pomona looked up in happy anticipation of the tea lady. Instead, there was the slight figure of Filius. She could feel her heart starting to pound and she felt her tongue drying. She didn't know what to do, what to say. Filius walked nearer towards her, he wasn't not looking at her, as if he too was shy and feeling a little awkward.
"Hi…" she heard him say and she only answered with a nod. He walked on, not turning his head. Pomona balled her hands into fists and unclenched them to relieve the tension that so quickly had built up in her body. She swallowed to fight back a tear that had welled up in her eye and when the tea lady did come in, she ordered her cuppa and a sandwich without saying much. Not that Pomona needed to say anything, the tea lady's mouth didn't stop moving. Talking about the lovely time of the year, the professors that had been coming and going, that she remembered vividly a child with a yellow-eyed toad… Pomona just nodded and smiled absentmindedly.
Filius didn't come through her compartment again.
Next installment will follow this week