Post by OSUSprinks on May 9, 2009 13:53:35 GMT -5
Hello all! At long last I am posting this. Still not sure it is any good, but here's nothing.
Also, I took some excedrin migraine earlier, so I'm a bit off my rocker. Forgive me.
~~~~~
She was just being silly. They had been friends, the best of friends really, for over six years. And for six years she had brought him a traditional Laughing Lily and a batch of homemade molded chocolates as an Easter gift. One little date did not change any of that.
But a weekend of cancelled tea and skipped common meals might, a little voice whispered to Pomona's heart. She shook her head, trying to clear the negative thought as she took the last few steps to his door.
The real problem was it had not been just a little date; it had been a good date. A great date from Pomona's admittedly somewhat small experience. There had been flowers, laughter, dancing, hand holding, even shared dessert. Yes, it had been a bit disappointing when the evening ended with no kiss goodnight, but he was a gentleman, she knew that. She had gone on the date with her hopes high and they had been more than satisfied.
His absence at breakfast the next morning had not bothered her; he often enjoyed a lie in on Saturday and they had been out somewhat late the night before. It was only when he skipped lunch and owled to cancel their standing date for tea that flutterby bushes of unease began to bloom in her belly.
But now, a full day and a half after their date, the flutterbys had been replaced completely by knots! She had been thrilled when he had asked her on a date. She had accepted immediately, almost afraid of the idea that he might feel as strongly about her as she did about him. As soon as she was back in her rooms, she had called her girlfriends together for an emergency shopping trip. It was only then that she realized what she had to lose in the situation. If it went poorly, or even just alright, it could potentially bring an end to six years of one of most rewarding relationships of her adult life.
Taking a deep breath, Pomona again fought to clear her head. There was no use in being negative. What was done was done and she had promised herself that she would not lose his friendship. With that in mind, she entered his room after a swift knock, as was their custom when expected. The brief thought that this too, along with his usual gift, might be inappropriate was swiftly forgotten as Pomona took in the sight before her.
Laughing Lilies of all sizes and colors, some Pomona had never seen before, were clustered in a crystal vase on Filius' table. Everything from buds to fully mature blossoms filled the arrangement and in vibrant colors. A bright blue blossom tinged with silver at the tips, leaned toward her and seemed to smile, as the lilies tended to do. Trying not to compare the arrangement with the simple potted plant she placed next to it, Pomona leaned in closer. As she looked at the delicate blossoms, she realized there was something a little bit off about them. Thought fragile and beautiful, the lilies were not all responding to her presence as they should. With careful fingers, she brushed one of the buds and was surprised when it smudged, leaving a mark on her hand that smelled suspiciously of...
“It's chocolate. Your favorite Cadbury chocolate bars, actually,” he answered her silent question. “It took me most of yesterday to get it to melt without burning or thickening oddly. And then charming the stems and blossoms took some working out as well. I had hoped to give it to you when I came for tea last night, but, well... What do you think?” He carefully placed the flower he had been levitating into the vase and moved it a little to the left to complete the arrangement.
“Oh Fil,” she looked between his hopeful face and the flowers once more. “I've never seen anything like it. They're breathtaking.”
“You're breathtaking.”
Pomona's hand stilled over the petal she been about to caress. “When I didn't see you yesterday or this morning, I thought you were avoiding me.” She turned in time to see him blush.
“No, no, I just wanted to do something special, something to show you what Friday night meant to me.” He stepped closer to Pomona, his eyes glancing towards her lips, and she had the distinct impression that he wanted to kiss her. The flutterbys were suddenly back in full bloom.
"I- I had a wonderful time," she said, wondering if he realized what a large understatement that was.
Filius took her hand in his. "Do you know that I have been gathering the nerve to ask you on a date for nearly as long as I've known you?"
Pomona smiled and blushed at his words, trying to concentrate as he turned her hand over and began tracing patterns on her palm.
"Friday night was more than wonderful for me. It was..." He trailed off as he looked into her eyes.
"I know." Tears began to well in her eyes.
"That's why I wanted to do something special. More than just your usual chocolate bunny and eggs." He glanced towards the flowers before smiling. “Though I got in a little over my head. How do you make those chocolates each year? I nearly went mad.”
Pomona laughed lightly, her stomach completely settled as things between them shifted back to normal, if a new normal. “Next year, you'll have to come round and see, but I will warn you, it is a secret family technique.”
“Maybe by next year, I'll be part of the family.”
Pomona's shock, as well as her lips, was covered neatly by the kiss that accompanied his words. And as the kiss deepened and Pomona melted into his embrace, she thought, “Maybe a Christmas wedding. I can make chocolates then too...”
Also, I took some excedrin migraine earlier, so I'm a bit off my rocker. Forgive me.
~~~~~
She was just being silly. They had been friends, the best of friends really, for over six years. And for six years she had brought him a traditional Laughing Lily and a batch of homemade molded chocolates as an Easter gift. One little date did not change any of that.
But a weekend of cancelled tea and skipped common meals might, a little voice whispered to Pomona's heart. She shook her head, trying to clear the negative thought as she took the last few steps to his door.
The real problem was it had not been just a little date; it had been a good date. A great date from Pomona's admittedly somewhat small experience. There had been flowers, laughter, dancing, hand holding, even shared dessert. Yes, it had been a bit disappointing when the evening ended with no kiss goodnight, but he was a gentleman, she knew that. She had gone on the date with her hopes high and they had been more than satisfied.
His absence at breakfast the next morning had not bothered her; he often enjoyed a lie in on Saturday and they had been out somewhat late the night before. It was only when he skipped lunch and owled to cancel their standing date for tea that flutterby bushes of unease began to bloom in her belly.
But now, a full day and a half after their date, the flutterbys had been replaced completely by knots! She had been thrilled when he had asked her on a date. She had accepted immediately, almost afraid of the idea that he might feel as strongly about her as she did about him. As soon as she was back in her rooms, she had called her girlfriends together for an emergency shopping trip. It was only then that she realized what she had to lose in the situation. If it went poorly, or even just alright, it could potentially bring an end to six years of one of most rewarding relationships of her adult life.
Taking a deep breath, Pomona again fought to clear her head. There was no use in being negative. What was done was done and she had promised herself that she would not lose his friendship. With that in mind, she entered his room after a swift knock, as was their custom when expected. The brief thought that this too, along with his usual gift, might be inappropriate was swiftly forgotten as Pomona took in the sight before her.
Laughing Lilies of all sizes and colors, some Pomona had never seen before, were clustered in a crystal vase on Filius' table. Everything from buds to fully mature blossoms filled the arrangement and in vibrant colors. A bright blue blossom tinged with silver at the tips, leaned toward her and seemed to smile, as the lilies tended to do. Trying not to compare the arrangement with the simple potted plant she placed next to it, Pomona leaned in closer. As she looked at the delicate blossoms, she realized there was something a little bit off about them. Thought fragile and beautiful, the lilies were not all responding to her presence as they should. With careful fingers, she brushed one of the buds and was surprised when it smudged, leaving a mark on her hand that smelled suspiciously of...
“It's chocolate. Your favorite Cadbury chocolate bars, actually,” he answered her silent question. “It took me most of yesterday to get it to melt without burning or thickening oddly. And then charming the stems and blossoms took some working out as well. I had hoped to give it to you when I came for tea last night, but, well... What do you think?” He carefully placed the flower he had been levitating into the vase and moved it a little to the left to complete the arrangement.
“Oh Fil,” she looked between his hopeful face and the flowers once more. “I've never seen anything like it. They're breathtaking.”
“You're breathtaking.”
Pomona's hand stilled over the petal she been about to caress. “When I didn't see you yesterday or this morning, I thought you were avoiding me.” She turned in time to see him blush.
“No, no, I just wanted to do something special, something to show you what Friday night meant to me.” He stepped closer to Pomona, his eyes glancing towards her lips, and she had the distinct impression that he wanted to kiss her. The flutterbys were suddenly back in full bloom.
"I- I had a wonderful time," she said, wondering if he realized what a large understatement that was.
Filius took her hand in his. "Do you know that I have been gathering the nerve to ask you on a date for nearly as long as I've known you?"
Pomona smiled and blushed at his words, trying to concentrate as he turned her hand over and began tracing patterns on her palm.
"Friday night was more than wonderful for me. It was..." He trailed off as he looked into her eyes.
"I know." Tears began to well in her eyes.
"That's why I wanted to do something special. More than just your usual chocolate bunny and eggs." He glanced towards the flowers before smiling. “Though I got in a little over my head. How do you make those chocolates each year? I nearly went mad.”
Pomona laughed lightly, her stomach completely settled as things between them shifted back to normal, if a new normal. “Next year, you'll have to come round and see, but I will warn you, it is a secret family technique.”
“Maybe by next year, I'll be part of the family.”
Pomona's shock, as well as her lips, was covered neatly by the kiss that accompanied his words. And as the kiss deepened and Pomona melted into his embrace, she thought, “Maybe a Christmas wedding. I can make chocolates then too...”
