Post by OSUSprinks on Jan 1, 2009 1:25:22 GMT -5
A/N: My gift to KellyAnne for Secret Santa. I post this as a drunk girl has a epiphany across the room from me... well a drunk epiphany. lol Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Pomona stormed through the staff room door. 'What a day!' she thought as her eyes narrowed on her tartan-clad friend. "Minerva, if you don't do something about those Gryffindors of yours, I will! And it will be more than one hundred points and a trip to the Headmasters office, let me tell you!"
Minerva glanced up at her friend, momentarily caught off guard. She sat in her favorite chair, a steaming cup of tea and half a ginger newt on the end table next to her. Though it looked to the casual observer as though she was in the midst of grading essays, from those Gryffindors of hers, Pomona had instead caught her daydreaming of another Gryffindor, one that had been hers for a good many years, and their morning together. Needless to say, she had not caught much of her friend's comments beyond the obvious outrage in her tone. "What was that, Mona?"
"Prewett and Weasley, that's what! In all my years, I have never seen anything like it. One moment, I am helping Tonks with a Fanged Geranium- how that boy ever passed his O.W.L., I'll never know- and the next thing I know, there are pots flying through the air! Flower pots, Minerva! In my greenhouse!"
"Was anyone hurt?" Filius sat on a couch to the right of the door. His feet were propped up on the ottoman before him and a stack of essays sat in his lap. He looked concerned, and Pomona's frustration grew when she realized that even when she was this angry, Filius still made an attractive distraction.
"They are fine, though the same cannot be said of my Shrinking Violets. They may never be seen again!"
"I'm sure Albus will take care of the situation."
Minerva took off her glasses and pinched the brim of her nose before shaking her head in Filius' direction. "Like he has the last few weeks? No, I'll go see to it."
"You've got to do something, Minerva! He can't just say it's young love and pat them on the head this time! Someone, or something, could have been hurt. I'm sure whatever Weasley did, he deserved it, but something must be done about Prewett's temper!"
"Indeed." Minerva stood, and with a few waves of her wand, the essays were organized and in her hands. One last sip of tea, another bite of ginger newt, and a short prayer to which ever deity was listening that she would be able to keep her own temper in check, Minerva was on her way to her husband's office.
Pomona watched her go, feeling her anger, which she was never very good at holding onto anyway, begin to drain. She sank into a chair next to the couch Filius was relaxing in. "You know, when I was their age, you courted with flowers, candy, and dates to Hogsmeade weekends."
"Not with shards of terra cotta?" Filius asked innocently before finishing his drink.
Pomona caught herself laughing at the image of Filius and a wrapped box of broken flower pots. He laughed along, and she felt her good mood return.
"Rough day?" He asked as he got up from his seat. She leaned back against the comfy chair and smiled.
"Not really, if I forget the last hour. My second years are really coming along. You know, I always worry when they move from lectures to practicals, but I think they are going to do really well."
"Good, good." He handed her a glass of cola with a cherry and pink umbrella on top before refilling his own glass.
"How was your afternoon?"
"Good, good..." He said, slower this time. He stood in front of her for a moment before taking his seat again. "You know, Pomona, we have Hogsmeade duty together this weekend."
"I know. Let's hope that they have made up by then. Can you imagine the havoc they could cause? The town may not survive!" She laughed again, but noticed Filius seemed preoccupied, staring into his drink. "Is this weekend going to be a problem for you, Filius? I'm sure Minerva wouldn't mind switching with you."
"Oh, no." He looked up at her suddenly. "That's not it. I'm looking forward to it. I was actually just wondering if you had plans for afterward."
Pomona smiled slowly and prayed she was not misunderstanding his meaning. "I'm free, I believe. What did you have in mind?"
"How did you put it?" He pretended to consider for a moment. "Flowers, candy, and Hogsmeade weekends? Though in this case, I might skip the flowers."
"And the pots, if you don't mind."
They laughed together as each smiled brightly. 'What a day!' she thought.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Minerva sat in her favorite chair, a steaming cup of tea and half a ginger newt on the end table next to her. To the casual observer it would appear she was grading the essays in front of her, though her husband knew she was listening just as intently as he was to the conversation he was currently eavesdropping on from the privacy of his office. As she heard their dear friends laugh together, she smiled softly.
"Young love," Albus sighed, as he closed the connection to the staff room and sat near her.
"Young? Hardly!" Minerva chuckled, thinking of what Filius and Pomona's reactions would be to the phrase. "But speaking of which, getting Molly Prewett and Arthur Weasley involved in your matchmaking schemes was going a bit far. Really, Albus, someone could have been hurt!"
"Oh, I had nothing to do with that. Arthur took it upon himself to mention how nicely Miss Black's legs were formed, and Miss Prewett did not allow him to explain that he had been commenting on her special project --a Mandrake, I understand-- and not the girl herself."
Minerva took a sip of her tea as she smiled. "What are we going to do with the two of them?"
"Marry them off as soon as their exams are over, I believe. Elopement seems the best option." He settled back in his chair, and with a wave of his left hand, a mug of hot cocoa appeared in his right.
She smirked at him before shaking her head. "Be that as it may, I meant, what are we going to do about their behavior today?"
"Oh, that. I sent them to their Head of House's office to think about what they had done."
"YOU DID WHAT?" Minerva's temper flared before she even realized it. "My office will be destroyed, Albus!" She threw a handful of floo powder in the grate and was through before she could see the smile that widened across his face.
~~~~~~~~~~~
"Molly, really, you must listen to me." Arthur sat uncomfortably on one of the wooden chairs in Professor McGonagall's office, wondering what was worse, Molly's wrath or what was sure to come from his Head of House.
Molly sat on the chair next to him, her back turned against him. "I have listened to enough from you for one day, Arthur Weasley!"
He watched the way her hair swung and caught the candle light with the fierce movement of her head and was caught between wanting to yell at her and grabbing her and kissing her. In the end, he compromised by pulling his grandmother's engagement ring out of his pocket and dropping to one knee.
"Molly Agnes Prewett, will you marry me?"
~~~~~~~~~~~
"I walked through the floo in time to hear a scream and see her throw herself at him. I thought they were still fighting for a moment! I've never seen the like!"
"Hmmmm..."
Minerva raised an eyebrow at her friend's response. She continued in the same tone of voice, "I was, however, surprised when the large Augurey flew in and dropped Fairies in my lap."
"Yes, I suppose so." Pomona had not even looked at her as she spoke.
"Though that was nothing compared to the dancing Thestrals and singing Snidgets that followed."
"I see."
Minerva had had enough. "Pomona Sprout! You are not listening to me at all!"
"What?" Pomona shook herself. "Oh, yes. Yes, I am. I was just thinking about something."
"Or someone?" Both of Minerva's eyebrows lifted as she, not so subtly, inclined her head in Filius' direction, where Pomona had been looking. She smiled as she watched Pomona blush.
"He asked me on a date. Saturday, after we're finished with the students, we're going to dinner and maybe dancing. I have no idea what to wear, if I'll have time to change before we leave, or how to wear my hair! Do I wear make up? He's never seen me with it so he'll likely not care, but if I do, he'll know this is important. But then I will be wearing makeup, and you know how I feel about that."
Pomona went on rambling about the date and her worries, making Minerva smile. Finally she interrupted the witch. "Pomona, please! You will be fine. It doesn't matter what you wear or what you look like. Filius has seen you at your worst, and still he wants to spend this time with you. Just go and enjoy it!"
"I don't know. I've just wanted this for so long. I'm worried I will mess it up." Pomona glanced in Filius' direction, and Minerva realized she had lost her friend's attention once more.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Albus?"
He looked up from the desk in his study to find his beautiful wife standing before it. "Yes, my dear?"
"You are on Hogsmeade duty this weekend." Without giving him time to comment, she left the room. He stared after her for a moment, wondering how such a thing could have happened, before following her down the hall into their bedroom.
Minerva sat at her vanity, carefully unpinning her bun.
"What do you mean I am on Hogsmeade duty? I thought Filius and Pomona—"
"What you thought," she said, interrupting him, "was that you would do some matchmaking. While I cannot say you were wrong, you have left us with one couple so caught up in each other that they are certain to break the rules this weekend, and another couple, so caught up in each other that they are unlikely to be able to enforce them! Someone needs to have a cool head in the situation, and I refuse to be stuck in Hogsmeade all day because of your interference! That leaves you."
Her hair was completely down, and she was brushing it out as she finished her speech. He watched her as he moved closer, taking the brush from her hand and leaning close to her ear as he ran his fingers through her hair. "You won't come with me?"
She shook her head no, even as she leaned back into his arms.
"Even if I bring flowers and candy?"
She smiled at him sweetly in the mirror. "Albus?"
"Yes, my love?" He looked up from her neck which he had been busy covering with kisses.
"You should watch out for flying pots."
Flying Pots
Pomona stormed through the staff room door. 'What a day!' she thought as her eyes narrowed on her tartan-clad friend. "Minerva, if you don't do something about those Gryffindors of yours, I will! And it will be more than one hundred points and a trip to the Headmasters office, let me tell you!"
Minerva glanced up at her friend, momentarily caught off guard. She sat in her favorite chair, a steaming cup of tea and half a ginger newt on the end table next to her. Though it looked to the casual observer as though she was in the midst of grading essays, from those Gryffindors of hers, Pomona had instead caught her daydreaming of another Gryffindor, one that had been hers for a good many years, and their morning together. Needless to say, she had not caught much of her friend's comments beyond the obvious outrage in her tone. "What was that, Mona?"
"Prewett and Weasley, that's what! In all my years, I have never seen anything like it. One moment, I am helping Tonks with a Fanged Geranium- how that boy ever passed his O.W.L., I'll never know- and the next thing I know, there are pots flying through the air! Flower pots, Minerva! In my greenhouse!"
"Was anyone hurt?" Filius sat on a couch to the right of the door. His feet were propped up on the ottoman before him and a stack of essays sat in his lap. He looked concerned, and Pomona's frustration grew when she realized that even when she was this angry, Filius still made an attractive distraction.
"They are fine, though the same cannot be said of my Shrinking Violets. They may never be seen again!"
"I'm sure Albus will take care of the situation."
Minerva took off her glasses and pinched the brim of her nose before shaking her head in Filius' direction. "Like he has the last few weeks? No, I'll go see to it."
"You've got to do something, Minerva! He can't just say it's young love and pat them on the head this time! Someone, or something, could have been hurt. I'm sure whatever Weasley did, he deserved it, but something must be done about Prewett's temper!"
"Indeed." Minerva stood, and with a few waves of her wand, the essays were organized and in her hands. One last sip of tea, another bite of ginger newt, and a short prayer to which ever deity was listening that she would be able to keep her own temper in check, Minerva was on her way to her husband's office.
Pomona watched her go, feeling her anger, which she was never very good at holding onto anyway, begin to drain. She sank into a chair next to the couch Filius was relaxing in. "You know, when I was their age, you courted with flowers, candy, and dates to Hogsmeade weekends."
"Not with shards of terra cotta?" Filius asked innocently before finishing his drink.
Pomona caught herself laughing at the image of Filius and a wrapped box of broken flower pots. He laughed along, and she felt her good mood return.
"Rough day?" He asked as he got up from his seat. She leaned back against the comfy chair and smiled.
"Not really, if I forget the last hour. My second years are really coming along. You know, I always worry when they move from lectures to practicals, but I think they are going to do really well."
"Good, good." He handed her a glass of cola with a cherry and pink umbrella on top before refilling his own glass.
"How was your afternoon?"
"Good, good..." He said, slower this time. He stood in front of her for a moment before taking his seat again. "You know, Pomona, we have Hogsmeade duty together this weekend."
"I know. Let's hope that they have made up by then. Can you imagine the havoc they could cause? The town may not survive!" She laughed again, but noticed Filius seemed preoccupied, staring into his drink. "Is this weekend going to be a problem for you, Filius? I'm sure Minerva wouldn't mind switching with you."
"Oh, no." He looked up at her suddenly. "That's not it. I'm looking forward to it. I was actually just wondering if you had plans for afterward."
Pomona smiled slowly and prayed she was not misunderstanding his meaning. "I'm free, I believe. What did you have in mind?"
"How did you put it?" He pretended to consider for a moment. "Flowers, candy, and Hogsmeade weekends? Though in this case, I might skip the flowers."
"And the pots, if you don't mind."
They laughed together as each smiled brightly. 'What a day!' she thought.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Minerva sat in her favorite chair, a steaming cup of tea and half a ginger newt on the end table next to her. To the casual observer it would appear she was grading the essays in front of her, though her husband knew she was listening just as intently as he was to the conversation he was currently eavesdropping on from the privacy of his office. As she heard their dear friends laugh together, she smiled softly.
"Young love," Albus sighed, as he closed the connection to the staff room and sat near her.
"Young? Hardly!" Minerva chuckled, thinking of what Filius and Pomona's reactions would be to the phrase. "But speaking of which, getting Molly Prewett and Arthur Weasley involved in your matchmaking schemes was going a bit far. Really, Albus, someone could have been hurt!"
"Oh, I had nothing to do with that. Arthur took it upon himself to mention how nicely Miss Black's legs were formed, and Miss Prewett did not allow him to explain that he had been commenting on her special project --a Mandrake, I understand-- and not the girl herself."
Minerva took a sip of her tea as she smiled. "What are we going to do with the two of them?"
"Marry them off as soon as their exams are over, I believe. Elopement seems the best option." He settled back in his chair, and with a wave of his left hand, a mug of hot cocoa appeared in his right.
She smirked at him before shaking her head. "Be that as it may, I meant, what are we going to do about their behavior today?"
"Oh, that. I sent them to their Head of House's office to think about what they had done."
"YOU DID WHAT?" Minerva's temper flared before she even realized it. "My office will be destroyed, Albus!" She threw a handful of floo powder in the grate and was through before she could see the smile that widened across his face.
~~~~~~~~~~~
"Molly, really, you must listen to me." Arthur sat uncomfortably on one of the wooden chairs in Professor McGonagall's office, wondering what was worse, Molly's wrath or what was sure to come from his Head of House.
Molly sat on the chair next to him, her back turned against him. "I have listened to enough from you for one day, Arthur Weasley!"
He watched the way her hair swung and caught the candle light with the fierce movement of her head and was caught between wanting to yell at her and grabbing her and kissing her. In the end, he compromised by pulling his grandmother's engagement ring out of his pocket and dropping to one knee.
"Molly Agnes Prewett, will you marry me?"
~~~~~~~~~~~
"I walked through the floo in time to hear a scream and see her throw herself at him. I thought they were still fighting for a moment! I've never seen the like!"
"Hmmmm..."
Minerva raised an eyebrow at her friend's response. She continued in the same tone of voice, "I was, however, surprised when the large Augurey flew in and dropped Fairies in my lap."
"Yes, I suppose so." Pomona had not even looked at her as she spoke.
"Though that was nothing compared to the dancing Thestrals and singing Snidgets that followed."
"I see."
Minerva had had enough. "Pomona Sprout! You are not listening to me at all!"
"What?" Pomona shook herself. "Oh, yes. Yes, I am. I was just thinking about something."
"Or someone?" Both of Minerva's eyebrows lifted as she, not so subtly, inclined her head in Filius' direction, where Pomona had been looking. She smiled as she watched Pomona blush.
"He asked me on a date. Saturday, after we're finished with the students, we're going to dinner and maybe dancing. I have no idea what to wear, if I'll have time to change before we leave, or how to wear my hair! Do I wear make up? He's never seen me with it so he'll likely not care, but if I do, he'll know this is important. But then I will be wearing makeup, and you know how I feel about that."
Pomona went on rambling about the date and her worries, making Minerva smile. Finally she interrupted the witch. "Pomona, please! You will be fine. It doesn't matter what you wear or what you look like. Filius has seen you at your worst, and still he wants to spend this time with you. Just go and enjoy it!"
"I don't know. I've just wanted this for so long. I'm worried I will mess it up." Pomona glanced in Filius' direction, and Minerva realized she had lost her friend's attention once more.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Albus?"
He looked up from the desk in his study to find his beautiful wife standing before it. "Yes, my dear?"
"You are on Hogsmeade duty this weekend." Without giving him time to comment, she left the room. He stared after her for a moment, wondering how such a thing could have happened, before following her down the hall into their bedroom.
Minerva sat at her vanity, carefully unpinning her bun.
"What do you mean I am on Hogsmeade duty? I thought Filius and Pomona—"
"What you thought," she said, interrupting him, "was that you would do some matchmaking. While I cannot say you were wrong, you have left us with one couple so caught up in each other that they are certain to break the rules this weekend, and another couple, so caught up in each other that they are unlikely to be able to enforce them! Someone needs to have a cool head in the situation, and I refuse to be stuck in Hogsmeade all day because of your interference! That leaves you."
Her hair was completely down, and she was brushing it out as she finished her speech. He watched her as he moved closer, taking the brush from her hand and leaning close to her ear as he ran his fingers through her hair. "You won't come with me?"
She shook her head no, even as she leaned back into his arms.
"Even if I bring flowers and candy?"
She smiled at him sweetly in the mirror. "Albus?"
"Yes, my love?" He looked up from her neck which he had been busy covering with kisses.
"You should watch out for flying pots."
