Post by Shadowbird on Nov 19, 2011 10:15:35 GMT -5
Pomona’s Problem
Genre: Humor
Rating: E
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I'm just borrowing for a little while.
Summary: Pomona Sprout can’t get a plant to grow, Filius tries to help her, and one of the new teachers is playing matchmaker.
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“Professor Flitwick?” Pomona Sprout rapped on the Charms professor’s door. “Professor, I need your help with something.”
Flitwick came out, looking up at Pomona. “Yes, what is it? I was rather busy . . .”
“I understand, but I have a bit of a . . . difficulty, shall we say. One of the plants I got a day or so ago won’t grow at all. A sweet little rose that I’ve been working on for days. For the life of me, I can’t figure out what’s wrong with it. I’ve tried everything, Filius. Sunlight, water, fertilizer, everything.”
“Goodness me. Did you ask any of the other teachers to help you?”
Pomona shook her head. “No. I was keeping it a secret. I wanted to give it to someone.”
Filius perked up, his eyes bright. “Oh? And who might that be?”
“I can’t tell you. Not yet. I lent it to Hagrid to see if he could do something about it, and the pot came back the next day with a hole blasted in one side. He told me to go to you, since he’s sure it’s been enchanted somehow.”
“I’ll have to see what kind of enchantment it is, Pomona. Someone might have hexed the plant as a prank, one of the students, perhaps. Some of them can be quite cheeky at times.” Filius took the plant from Pomona and put it on his desk. As she watched, he cast numerous spells to attempt to figure out what had enchanted the seedling.
“It’s been magically affected, but I can’t see how or by who. Can you tell me where you got this plant from?”
Pomona replied, “I planted it myself. It was a gift from one of the other teachers, Lupin, I think it was.”
“Ah. Professor Lupin. Does Lupin know who you plan to give it to?”
“I . . . I don’t think so, unless someone told him, or he figured it out himself. Perhaps he enchanted it. I’ve heard stories about Lupin and his friends when they were at school. Perfect little devils they were, or so I’ve been told.”
Filius didn’t reply, and was staring at the pot. A tiny new sprout had appeared, springing up into the air at a rapid pace, blooming into a beautiful red flower. He smiled slightly, as if he knew something that Pomona didn’t.
“Oh, Professor Flitwick, how did you do it?”
“One of my spells must have broken the enchantment, I would assume. My, it’s cetainly growing well now! A very healthy young plant. You should find out where the good professor gets his cuttings from. It’s the loveliest I’ve ever seen! Your friend will be happy to receive it.”
“It’s yours, Filius. I decided to give it to you, since I thought your room could use a little something to liven it up. Things have been so glum recently, what with Sirius Black out of Azkaban and those horrid Dementors loose at the school. I agree, you should go and have a word with Professor Lupin to thank him for the gift.”
Filius nodded and carefully placed the rose on his desk. “Remus is a kind man. He was always the most mature of that group. But I think you’re right that he knew more about this than he let on!”
When Filius found Remus Lupin, the young professor was fixing up his classroom, setting up a rattling closet in the corner. Filius wondered what was inside, but thought better of it and addressed Lupin, who looked down, startled and slightly embarrassed.
“Oh, Professor Flitwick! I’m rather busy, you see, setting up tomorrow’s lesson on Boggarts. Do you have something you’d like to ask me?”
Filius smiled warmly, and Lupin’s anxiety seemed to disappear instantly. “Professor Lupin, I found that you gave a packet of seeds to Professor Sprout several days ago. Were they altered in any way?”
The other teacher laughed, but not unkindly. “Yes, in fact. I enchanted them myself. They will only grow to full size if the recipient is in the presence of someone that they care in a certain way about. It’s a very clever spell. I’m surprised you aren’t familiar with it. I reckon you’re who Pomona had in mind. I could tell by the way she blushed as she spoke about you. When I saw that, I decided to add a little something of my own to the gift. A bit of a prank, admittedly, but with good intentions.”
“Oh, Remus, Pomona was right,” Filius told him, laughing quietly. “You are a devil, and very a clever one at that.”
Lupin smiled faintly, said, “I’m glad you like my gift,” and got back to work with his Boggart. Filius, whistling softly, returned to his own room.
One more little mystery solved.
Genre: Humor
Rating: E
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I'm just borrowing for a little while.
Summary: Pomona Sprout can’t get a plant to grow, Filius tries to help her, and one of the new teachers is playing matchmaker.
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“Professor Flitwick?” Pomona Sprout rapped on the Charms professor’s door. “Professor, I need your help with something.”
Flitwick came out, looking up at Pomona. “Yes, what is it? I was rather busy . . .”
“I understand, but I have a bit of a . . . difficulty, shall we say. One of the plants I got a day or so ago won’t grow at all. A sweet little rose that I’ve been working on for days. For the life of me, I can’t figure out what’s wrong with it. I’ve tried everything, Filius. Sunlight, water, fertilizer, everything.”
“Goodness me. Did you ask any of the other teachers to help you?”
Pomona shook her head. “No. I was keeping it a secret. I wanted to give it to someone.”
Filius perked up, his eyes bright. “Oh? And who might that be?”
“I can’t tell you. Not yet. I lent it to Hagrid to see if he could do something about it, and the pot came back the next day with a hole blasted in one side. He told me to go to you, since he’s sure it’s been enchanted somehow.”
“I’ll have to see what kind of enchantment it is, Pomona. Someone might have hexed the plant as a prank, one of the students, perhaps. Some of them can be quite cheeky at times.” Filius took the plant from Pomona and put it on his desk. As she watched, he cast numerous spells to attempt to figure out what had enchanted the seedling.
“It’s been magically affected, but I can’t see how or by who. Can you tell me where you got this plant from?”
Pomona replied, “I planted it myself. It was a gift from one of the other teachers, Lupin, I think it was.”
“Ah. Professor Lupin. Does Lupin know who you plan to give it to?”
“I . . . I don’t think so, unless someone told him, or he figured it out himself. Perhaps he enchanted it. I’ve heard stories about Lupin and his friends when they were at school. Perfect little devils they were, or so I’ve been told.”
Filius didn’t reply, and was staring at the pot. A tiny new sprout had appeared, springing up into the air at a rapid pace, blooming into a beautiful red flower. He smiled slightly, as if he knew something that Pomona didn’t.
“Oh, Professor Flitwick, how did you do it?”
“One of my spells must have broken the enchantment, I would assume. My, it’s cetainly growing well now! A very healthy young plant. You should find out where the good professor gets his cuttings from. It’s the loveliest I’ve ever seen! Your friend will be happy to receive it.”
“It’s yours, Filius. I decided to give it to you, since I thought your room could use a little something to liven it up. Things have been so glum recently, what with Sirius Black out of Azkaban and those horrid Dementors loose at the school. I agree, you should go and have a word with Professor Lupin to thank him for the gift.”
Filius nodded and carefully placed the rose on his desk. “Remus is a kind man. He was always the most mature of that group. But I think you’re right that he knew more about this than he let on!”
When Filius found Remus Lupin, the young professor was fixing up his classroom, setting up a rattling closet in the corner. Filius wondered what was inside, but thought better of it and addressed Lupin, who looked down, startled and slightly embarrassed.
“Oh, Professor Flitwick! I’m rather busy, you see, setting up tomorrow’s lesson on Boggarts. Do you have something you’d like to ask me?”
Filius smiled warmly, and Lupin’s anxiety seemed to disappear instantly. “Professor Lupin, I found that you gave a packet of seeds to Professor Sprout several days ago. Were they altered in any way?”
The other teacher laughed, but not unkindly. “Yes, in fact. I enchanted them myself. They will only grow to full size if the recipient is in the presence of someone that they care in a certain way about. It’s a very clever spell. I’m surprised you aren’t familiar with it. I reckon you’re who Pomona had in mind. I could tell by the way she blushed as she spoke about you. When I saw that, I decided to add a little something of my own to the gift. A bit of a prank, admittedly, but with good intentions.”
“Oh, Remus, Pomona was right,” Filius told him, laughing quietly. “You are a devil, and very a clever one at that.”
Lupin smiled faintly, said, “I’m glad you like my gift,” and got back to work with his Boggart. Filius, whistling softly, returned to his own room.
One more little mystery solved.
