Post by laundrybasket on Jul 7, 2007 8:03:01 GMT -5
Disclaimer: It's all JKR's.
Rating: K
Word Count: 268
Author's Note: It is angst, it is. Because I'm in an angsty mood today.
-:-
Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to remain in Hogwarts during Christmas, Filius reflected as he sat in his armchair beside the fire, feeling oddly empty without Pomona curled up beside him. The castle brought back enough memories as it was without the recollections of Christmases' past -- Christmases' spent with Pomona instead of without her. Enjoying her company rather than wallowing in her absence. He reminded himself as he had on several occasions that she would not come back, but rather than soothe him it made him more restless.
Sighing in frustration, Filius crumpled up the piece of parchment he had been trying to write out holiday cards on and tossed it into the fire, watching as the orange and yellow embers burnt it into nothingness. How was it that he felt like the parchment, in a way? Would he burn into nothingness soon, without Pomona with him?
He turned away from the fire, choosing instead to stare at the moving photograph of her that graced his wall. As his stomach lurched, he wondered why he kept it around. It was simply her, tending to her garden's, a content smile on her face. How long ago was it that he had seen that smile . . . it seemed like years, instead of several months before, a day or two preceding the Final Battle. She had been telling him with glee about the new breed of Tentacula she had ordered from Herbologist Today. Her hands had flown around, betraying her excitement as her voice rose in volume.
She never did plant them . . . .
Rating: K
Word Count: 268
Author's Note: It is angst, it is. Because I'm in an angsty mood today.
-:-
Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to remain in Hogwarts during Christmas, Filius reflected as he sat in his armchair beside the fire, feeling oddly empty without Pomona curled up beside him. The castle brought back enough memories as it was without the recollections of Christmases' past -- Christmases' spent with Pomona instead of without her. Enjoying her company rather than wallowing in her absence. He reminded himself as he had on several occasions that she would not come back, but rather than soothe him it made him more restless.
Sighing in frustration, Filius crumpled up the piece of parchment he had been trying to write out holiday cards on and tossed it into the fire, watching as the orange and yellow embers burnt it into nothingness. How was it that he felt like the parchment, in a way? Would he burn into nothingness soon, without Pomona with him?
He turned away from the fire, choosing instead to stare at the moving photograph of her that graced his wall. As his stomach lurched, he wondered why he kept it around. It was simply her, tending to her garden's, a content smile on her face. How long ago was it that he had seen that smile . . . it seemed like years, instead of several months before, a day or two preceding the Final Battle. She had been telling him with glee about the new breed of Tentacula she had ordered from Herbologist Today. Her hands had flown around, betraying her excitement as her voice rose in volume.
She never did plant them . . . .
Poor Fil, it's just so heartbreaking. It really hits you around the picture bit. Good luck.