Post by Smaug on Sept 11, 2008 10:25:10 GMT -5
Something Meaningful
Word count: 299
Rating: E
Genre: Maybe other?
A/N: Thank you Saki for the wonderful title suggestion
I was such an awkward child. I didn’t sit still in pretty dresses, I’d much rather escape outside and come back covered in mud. I loved plants even then, I would escape to pull up weeds and plant apple seeds in the hope that they would grow. As a teenager they would become my saviour; somewhere that I could run to where I could just be by myself. I turned rebellious, the thought makes me laugh even now, I shredded all of my pretty dresses. The dirt under my fingernails never bothered me; neither did the dirt on my clothes. I could grow things and that was far more beautiful.
The first plant I ever truly owned was a gift from Filius when I was seventeen. He was a new professor that year and he had been so much better than the previous one. He had taken time aside to help me with charms and my struggles faded with understanding. Over the course of my final year we became friends.
At Christmas I awoke to find a plant pot beside my bed. I often received flowers as gifts, but no one before Filius had understood that I wanted something alive that I could love and nurture. I had sent him a little gimmicky gift. It was a muggle fizz keeper; he often complained that he could not keep his cherry soda fizzy even by magical means. It’s only now I recognise that day as when I fell in love with him. His face lit up when I saw him and he thanked me graciously for my gift. Something meaningful, he had said, something that showed I listened and I cared. I felt the same, but it was only years later after he first kissed me I could admit that.
Finite