Post by stefdarlin on Oct 1, 2011 19:27:42 GMT -5
***This is an answer to the Simon Says Challenge #11. I finally managed to finish it! And before you say it, Sprinkles, I know you will want more. Lol. But look at it as a make up what happens next as this is just a snapshot. ;D***
Summary: Filius is having a hard time.
A/N: I own nothing. I am playing with characters that are not mine. Thank you, JKR, for letting me play.
Rating: E for everyone
The hat flapped merrily in the wind, but remained stuck in the tree. Casting a silent Accio had yielded no results, and Filius huffed in frustration. Placing one hand on his hip and raising the other, he shouted, “Accio hat!”
Again, the hat jostled madly, but the branches seemed to weave themselves more tightly around it, and once more, Filius found his hand empty.
“Bugger!”
Spinning around on one foot, he stomped off into the forest and away from the tree that had stolen his favorite hat. So in a huff was he that he did not see the witch leaning over to inspect something on the ground in the makeshift path ahead of him. Smacking into her backside, he was rebounded head-over-heels and landed face first in a pad of mushrooms.
Laying there, dazed a moment, he thought, what a day I’m having!
“Oh! I’m so sorry! Here, let me help you up?” the robust woman offered, scurrying over to his side.
“No, no, nothing broken, I’m fine,” he growled, pushing himself up into a sitting position.
Above him he heard a distinctly unladylike snort. Frowning, he looked up.
“Professor Flitwick, I am so sorry. How silly of me to pause in the middle of the path like that?” she rushed on, averting her gaze away from him and at the ground when she held out her hand to help him up.
“Do I sense you find humor in my predicament, Professor Sprout? One you put me in, I might add,” he grumbled, wiping his hands together in an attempt to remove the soil before he clasped her hand in his.
The warmth he found there caused him to pause in his grumbling for a moment and look at her. Again, he found her staring at the ground and not at him. She also bit her lips, causing him to scowl. She clasped his hand firmly, and he found himself lifted back up to his feet.
Swallowing audibly, she calmed and looked over at him. “Um… you have dirt on your face,” she said lowly.
His eyebrows rose into his hairline, then he frowned once more, lifting a hand to swipe at the dirt. Gently swatting his face, he managed to smear the dirt, causing it to cover even more of his face. Pomona rolled her lips over her teeth and swallowed again.
Looking over at her, Filius asked, “Did I get it?”
“Perhaps not,” he answered when he saw her face. She was practically red with the effort of trying not to laugh. Suddenly, he burst out laughing.
Covering her mouth, Pomona let out a small giggle. Then, when Filius erupted with laughter, she could no longer contain her mirth.
Filius could not help himself. He laughed and laughed as he thought of each thing that had happened today: His hat flying off his head and sticking up in the tree, bumping into Pomona’s backside, landing face first in mushrooms, and unsuccessfully trying to remove dirt from his face. By all rights, he should be angry. But for some reason, just seeing the look of humor on Pomona’s face, made all his irritation simply fall away, and he could see the absurdity of it all.
Soon, they both lay sprawled in the path, laughing uproariously and holding their stomachs. After a while, they calmed, breathing heavily. Swiping tears from his eyes, Filius pushed himself up. As he sat there, he looked down at Pomona, noticing the lovely flush of her cheeks after a hearty laugh on a crisp autumn day.
Looking back at him, Pomona flushed a little more and sighed. “I am sorry Professor Flitwick.”
“Whatever for, my dear? I must look a sight to induce such laughter. Though I must say, now that you have joined me on the forest floor, the leaves have taken a liking to your hair.” Leaning forward, he plucked a brown leaf from her hair at the same time she reached up to inspect.
Their fingers brushed each other and a tremor shook them both. Pomona’s eyes flew to his, and Filius drew in his breath as he looked back at her. When their eyes met, they both smiled again.
Rising and dusting himself off, Filius offered his hand to Pomona and felt that slight tremble again when she placed her hand in his.
As he helped her up and steadied her on her feet, he said, “You know, today started out rather difficult, but I believe you have turned it into something worthwhile.”
Pomona looked at him and drew in her breath.
“I was wondering if we might discuss it over dinner?” he asked her, still holding her hand.
Speechless, Pomona simply nodded, letting Filius lead her down the path.
Next to Pomona, Filius looked at her once more as she let him escort her through the trees, then smiled. What a day. What a day, indeed!
End
Summary: Filius is having a hard time.
A/N: I own nothing. I am playing with characters that are not mine. Thank you, JKR, for letting me play.
Rating: E for everyone
[glow=yellow,2,300]What a Day[/glow]
The hat flapped merrily in the wind, but remained stuck in the tree. Casting a silent Accio had yielded no results, and Filius huffed in frustration. Placing one hand on his hip and raising the other, he shouted, “Accio hat!”
Again, the hat jostled madly, but the branches seemed to weave themselves more tightly around it, and once more, Filius found his hand empty.
“Bugger!”
Spinning around on one foot, he stomped off into the forest and away from the tree that had stolen his favorite hat. So in a huff was he that he did not see the witch leaning over to inspect something on the ground in the makeshift path ahead of him. Smacking into her backside, he was rebounded head-over-heels and landed face first in a pad of mushrooms.
Laying there, dazed a moment, he thought, what a day I’m having!
“Oh! I’m so sorry! Here, let me help you up?” the robust woman offered, scurrying over to his side.
“No, no, nothing broken, I’m fine,” he growled, pushing himself up into a sitting position.
Above him he heard a distinctly unladylike snort. Frowning, he looked up.
“Professor Flitwick, I am so sorry. How silly of me to pause in the middle of the path like that?” she rushed on, averting her gaze away from him and at the ground when she held out her hand to help him up.
“Do I sense you find humor in my predicament, Professor Sprout? One you put me in, I might add,” he grumbled, wiping his hands together in an attempt to remove the soil before he clasped her hand in his.
The warmth he found there caused him to pause in his grumbling for a moment and look at her. Again, he found her staring at the ground and not at him. She also bit her lips, causing him to scowl. She clasped his hand firmly, and he found himself lifted back up to his feet.
Swallowing audibly, she calmed and looked over at him. “Um… you have dirt on your face,” she said lowly.
His eyebrows rose into his hairline, then he frowned once more, lifting a hand to swipe at the dirt. Gently swatting his face, he managed to smear the dirt, causing it to cover even more of his face. Pomona rolled her lips over her teeth and swallowed again.
Looking over at her, Filius asked, “Did I get it?”
“Perhaps not,” he answered when he saw her face. She was practically red with the effort of trying not to laugh. Suddenly, he burst out laughing.
Covering her mouth, Pomona let out a small giggle. Then, when Filius erupted with laughter, she could no longer contain her mirth.
Filius could not help himself. He laughed and laughed as he thought of each thing that had happened today: His hat flying off his head and sticking up in the tree, bumping into Pomona’s backside, landing face first in mushrooms, and unsuccessfully trying to remove dirt from his face. By all rights, he should be angry. But for some reason, just seeing the look of humor on Pomona’s face, made all his irritation simply fall away, and he could see the absurdity of it all.
Soon, they both lay sprawled in the path, laughing uproariously and holding their stomachs. After a while, they calmed, breathing heavily. Swiping tears from his eyes, Filius pushed himself up. As he sat there, he looked down at Pomona, noticing the lovely flush of her cheeks after a hearty laugh on a crisp autumn day.
Looking back at him, Pomona flushed a little more and sighed. “I am sorry Professor Flitwick.”
“Whatever for, my dear? I must look a sight to induce such laughter. Though I must say, now that you have joined me on the forest floor, the leaves have taken a liking to your hair.” Leaning forward, he plucked a brown leaf from her hair at the same time she reached up to inspect.
Their fingers brushed each other and a tremor shook them both. Pomona’s eyes flew to his, and Filius drew in his breath as he looked back at her. When their eyes met, they both smiled again.
Rising and dusting himself off, Filius offered his hand to Pomona and felt that slight tremble again when she placed her hand in his.
As he helped her up and steadied her on her feet, he said, “You know, today started out rather difficult, but I believe you have turned it into something worthwhile.”
Pomona looked at him and drew in her breath.
“I was wondering if we might discuss it over dinner?” he asked her, still holding her hand.
Speechless, Pomona simply nodded, letting Filius lead her down the path.
Next to Pomona, Filius looked at her once more as she let him escort her through the trees, then smiled. What a day. What a day, indeed!
End