Post by pinkie on Sept 18, 2008 4:05:13 GMT -5
Hahaaaaaaaa!
This is dedicated to all the fluffernutters on the board.
As he sat in the large garden, lovingly tended to by his beloved Pomona, Filius sipped his lager and thought of the day they had met for the first time. When he had gotten off the train, he had bumped into this bouncy, curvy girl, with a broad smile, who smelled of vanilla and apple and who had asked him if he was alright, even though he had bumped into her.
At that time, they had been the same height and nearly the same age, he was a year older and subsequently in a different class. Also, since he was a Ravenclaw and she a Hufflepuff, they had never met before. The moment their eyes had locked, while she had muttered an apology and he had stammered: 'No.. no... not at all..." he had fallen in love with her.
He tried to figure out her school hours. Casually running into her when she was on her way to a class he had just left. Once he met her in a hall and she had been crying. Her eyes were still shiny and she had just blown her nose in what he would call a very masculine way. After some time asking, he learned that she was not mastering charms at all and he offered her his help.
After school they had lost touch. Hurt feelings prevented both of them from finding each other. When he had been accepted for the position of Charms Professor, he had seen her in the hall. She was as lovely as ever, curvy and radiant. At first it had been a bit awkward and it had been strange sitting next to her at the breakfast table, but sooner rather than later, they had found that spark and things had blossomed.
They had talked and they took long walks together. She helped him practice and he helped her charm some seeds. She discovered he liked strawberries, so she grew some especially for him. He learned she was fond of chocolates, so he brought her some when he went to London for supplies. Slowly but surely they formed a bond and that became stronger and deeper.
When he thought back of that first kiss, it was magical. Standing between tropical foliage in one of Pomona's beloved greenhouses, he had charmed his way to her mouth, where he had brushed her lips softly with his. Electrical it had been. He had not been able to take his lips off hers and she didn't want him to. She had put her arms around his neck and he had carefully climbed one step up her stepladder. They must have been standing there for nearly half an hour, because when they came up for air, outside it was already starting to get dark.
When Filius got ready for bed, he didn't want to take a shower, wash away that scent of vanilla and apple that still lingered around him. Soon they would be together longer and longer and now they were together day and night. No need to be afraid to shower.
Ah... the beginning had been quite wonderful. He watched his beloved Pomona dig in the dirt, giving fresh oxygen to the roots of the roses. When she looked up, their eyes locked. They winked at each other before letting go. Not that this middle part was half bad, Filius reflected.
Contentedly he finished his lager.
This is dedicated to all the fluffernutters on the board.
Prompt #1 Charms
As he sat in the large garden, lovingly tended to by his beloved Pomona, Filius sipped his lager and thought of the day they had met for the first time. When he had gotten off the train, he had bumped into this bouncy, curvy girl, with a broad smile, who smelled of vanilla and apple and who had asked him if he was alright, even though he had bumped into her.
At that time, they had been the same height and nearly the same age, he was a year older and subsequently in a different class. Also, since he was a Ravenclaw and she a Hufflepuff, they had never met before. The moment their eyes had locked, while she had muttered an apology and he had stammered: 'No.. no... not at all..." he had fallen in love with her.
He tried to figure out her school hours. Casually running into her when she was on her way to a class he had just left. Once he met her in a hall and she had been crying. Her eyes were still shiny and she had just blown her nose in what he would call a very masculine way. After some time asking, he learned that she was not mastering charms at all and he offered her his help.
After school they had lost touch. Hurt feelings prevented both of them from finding each other. When he had been accepted for the position of Charms Professor, he had seen her in the hall. She was as lovely as ever, curvy and radiant. At first it had been a bit awkward and it had been strange sitting next to her at the breakfast table, but sooner rather than later, they had found that spark and things had blossomed.
They had talked and they took long walks together. She helped him practice and he helped her charm some seeds. She discovered he liked strawberries, so she grew some especially for him. He learned she was fond of chocolates, so he brought her some when he went to London for supplies. Slowly but surely they formed a bond and that became stronger and deeper.
When he thought back of that first kiss, it was magical. Standing between tropical foliage in one of Pomona's beloved greenhouses, he had charmed his way to her mouth, where he had brushed her lips softly with his. Electrical it had been. He had not been able to take his lips off hers and she didn't want him to. She had put her arms around his neck and he had carefully climbed one step up her stepladder. They must have been standing there for nearly half an hour, because when they came up for air, outside it was already starting to get dark.
When Filius got ready for bed, he didn't want to take a shower, wash away that scent of vanilla and apple that still lingered around him. Soon they would be together longer and longer and now they were together day and night. No need to be afraid to shower.
Ah... the beginning had been quite wonderful. He watched his beloved Pomona dig in the dirt, giving fresh oxygen to the roots of the roses. When she looked up, their eyes locked. They winked at each other before letting go. Not that this middle part was half bad, Filius reflected.
Contentedly he finished his lager.
