Post by morethanacrush on Mar 4, 2009 15:05:02 GMT -5
A/N: This is my offering for Dragonflies
There was a small pond next to Greenhouse #4, where Pomona would always gather the water for her plants. The small pond was strictly forbidden to students, because Pomona feared that they might – unknowingly, of course – damage the fragile ecosystem, which would destroy the perfect water source for her plants.
Filius always admired Pomona for doing what most people though impossible – she always gave the benefit of the doubt; saw the good in others. It was probably why she was the only professor who was able to teach Neville Longbottom. It’s one of the reasons he loved her.
Filius smiled, as he leaned back on his hands, sitting on the grass among the reeds. He watched Pomona gather some water in a bucket, what she did four times a day, once for each greenhouse, from the pond. She straightened, taking a deep breath of her little oasis of nature, before turning around. She smiled back at Filius, before setting the bucket down between them, and taking a seat next to him.
Pomona leaned forward, her hands wrapped around her legs. She hummed to herself, basking in the warmth that was Filius; when it was only him around, she was able to let go completely to herself. A gentle buzzing was heard, and Pomona stretched her hand out to let the little dragonfly rest on her fingers.
He watched, as Pomona wiggled her fingers, causing the little insect to crawl along them. She giggled, before settling into a silence that lasted only a few moments. Without turning to Filius, she said, “I always loved dragonflies.”
“Why?”
The dragonfly buzzed away, flying across the small pond, before Pomona turned to answer him. She smiled. “History has shown them everything but kindness. Some believe they are possessed by the devil, some believe they are aligned with snakes... I believe they just... are. Like you and I.” Her eyes sparkled back at him.
Filius reached over, squeezed her hand, and kissed her cheek. “Marry me?”
Pomona kissed him softly, answering, “Of course. Help me water the plants?”
Filius grinned, “Of course.”
There was a small pond next to Greenhouse #4, where Pomona would always gather the water for her plants. The small pond was strictly forbidden to students, because Pomona feared that they might – unknowingly, of course – damage the fragile ecosystem, which would destroy the perfect water source for her plants.
Filius always admired Pomona for doing what most people though impossible – she always gave the benefit of the doubt; saw the good in others. It was probably why she was the only professor who was able to teach Neville Longbottom. It’s one of the reasons he loved her.
Filius smiled, as he leaned back on his hands, sitting on the grass among the reeds. He watched Pomona gather some water in a bucket, what she did four times a day, once for each greenhouse, from the pond. She straightened, taking a deep breath of her little oasis of nature, before turning around. She smiled back at Filius, before setting the bucket down between them, and taking a seat next to him.
Pomona leaned forward, her hands wrapped around her legs. She hummed to herself, basking in the warmth that was Filius; when it was only him around, she was able to let go completely to herself. A gentle buzzing was heard, and Pomona stretched her hand out to let the little dragonfly rest on her fingers.
He watched, as Pomona wiggled her fingers, causing the little insect to crawl along them. She giggled, before settling into a silence that lasted only a few moments. Without turning to Filius, she said, “I always loved dragonflies.”
“Why?”
The dragonfly buzzed away, flying across the small pond, before Pomona turned to answer him. She smiled. “History has shown them everything but kindness. Some believe they are possessed by the devil, some believe they are aligned with snakes... I believe they just... are. Like you and I.” Her eyes sparkled back at him.
Filius reached over, squeezed her hand, and kissed her cheek. “Marry me?”
Pomona kissed him softly, answering, “Of course. Help me water the plants?”
Filius grinned, “Of course.”