Post by laundrybasket on May 31, 2007 20:52:47 GMT -5
Title: The Burial
Summary: Filius is finally ready to bury her.
Rating: K- G- 5+
Disclaimer: None of the characters mentioned belong to me.
Author's Note: My first angsty Fil/Mona fic. But I figured because of Sprinks and Elo nobody would every post any, so I'll post some real quick.
Today was the day.
Filius Flitwick looked glumly down at himself; he was dressed in a set of somber black dress robes, ready for what the day would bring. It struck him as he smoothed the front of the robes that this was the first time that Mona wasn't there to make sure he looked presentable. He suddenly felt like he had swallowed and apple, and gulped a few times. Glancing at the clock ticking on the wall above their- no his bed (and there was the awful apple-in-the-throat feeling again), Filius quickly pulled on a thick traveling cloak. Picturing in his mind's eye the large, foreboding building, he turned quickly and felt the familiar tightening around his body.
When he arrived at his destination, there were already a few people milling about. Among them he recognized Mona's parents and her brother and sister. All of them looked as if they hadn't slept in weeks. And, Filius realized, they probably hadn't. At least, he hadn't.
"Oh, Fil, there you are!"
He turned to face Minerva McGonagall. She looked stricken; her black hair was pulled behind her head with more severity than usual, and her mouth was set in a grim line. Touching his shoulder lightly, she said,
"Fil, I know- I know how you feel, and. . . and I just want you to know that Mona and I are- were-" She broke off, dabbing unabashedly at her eyes before continuing. "We were such good friends. She loved you, Fil. So much." She patted his shoulder again, gave it a soft squeeze, and with that she was gone. He saw her and Poppy Pomfrey standing together, whispering quietly.
Filius moved around the growing crowd slowly, in a daze. Many people greeted him, but he just shook their hand limply and waited for the ceremony to begin. The crowd grew larger by the minute, and soon he was lost in a swirl of people he barely knew.
"Attention!" A voice cried, and slowly the people became silent, and, as if by some invisibly force, gathered around a small hole in the soft dirt. They parted for Filius, who walked through them to the front of the hole, looking expectantly at the minister before him.
It was time to bury his wife.
Summary: Filius is finally ready to bury her.
Rating: K- G- 5+
Disclaimer: None of the characters mentioned belong to me.
Author's Note: My first angsty Fil/Mona fic. But I figured because of Sprinks and Elo nobody would every post any, so I'll post some real quick.
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Today was the day.
Filius Flitwick looked glumly down at himself; he was dressed in a set of somber black dress robes, ready for what the day would bring. It struck him as he smoothed the front of the robes that this was the first time that Mona wasn't there to make sure he looked presentable. He suddenly felt like he had swallowed and apple, and gulped a few times. Glancing at the clock ticking on the wall above their- no his bed (and there was the awful apple-in-the-throat feeling again), Filius quickly pulled on a thick traveling cloak. Picturing in his mind's eye the large, foreboding building, he turned quickly and felt the familiar tightening around his body.
When he arrived at his destination, there were already a few people milling about. Among them he recognized Mona's parents and her brother and sister. All of them looked as if they hadn't slept in weeks. And, Filius realized, they probably hadn't. At least, he hadn't.
"Oh, Fil, there you are!"
He turned to face Minerva McGonagall. She looked stricken; her black hair was pulled behind her head with more severity than usual, and her mouth was set in a grim line. Touching his shoulder lightly, she said,
"Fil, I know- I know how you feel, and. . . and I just want you to know that Mona and I are- were-" She broke off, dabbing unabashedly at her eyes before continuing. "We were such good friends. She loved you, Fil. So much." She patted his shoulder again, gave it a soft squeeze, and with that she was gone. He saw her and Poppy Pomfrey standing together, whispering quietly.
Filius moved around the growing crowd slowly, in a daze. Many people greeted him, but he just shook their hand limply and waited for the ceremony to begin. The crowd grew larger by the minute, and soon he was lost in a swirl of people he barely knew.
"Attention!" A voice cried, and slowly the people became silent, and, as if by some invisibly force, gathered around a small hole in the soft dirt. They parted for Filius, who walked through them to the front of the hole, looking expectantly at the minister before him.
It was time to bury his wife.