PS, I Love You (PG-13; Pomona Sprout)
Title: PS, I Love You
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Pomona Sprout
Word Count: 200
Prompt: Double Drabble 5 - Song Title at huff100
(PS, I Love You - The Beatles
As I write this letter
Send my love to you
Remember that I'll always
Be in love with you)
PS, I love you.
Those words never failed to make her heart race. Of course, these days, they were on the bottom of confiscated notes from one student to the other. No one meant them for her anymore.
But, once upon a time…
Pomona shook her head away from the memory of a time when she didn’t fill out her robes this well and boys lined up to accompany her to Hogsmeade. There was no use bringing up those kinds of painful remembrances. She had a wonderful job and complete run over the greenhouses. Her friends were all close at hand, more than filling up her evenings when she might have let herself become morbid. It was really only when she found one of these missives that she started to think of what might have been.
“Do you remember me?” she whispered to a startling silver flower near at hand. “Are you wondering about me? You said we’d be together forever.” The flower drooped at the sudden, unexpected heat of her breath. Fragile petals fell to the workbench where they withered instantly. This particular species preferred solitude and dark places.
“You lied,” she hissed, crushing the petal with her palm.
(x-posted at 1000ways_huffle)
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Pomona Sprout
Word Count: 200
Prompt: Double Drabble 5 - Song Title at huff100
(PS, I Love You - The Beatles
As I write this letter
Send my love to you
Remember that I'll always
Be in love with you)
PS, I love you.
Those words never failed to make her heart race. Of course, these days, they were on the bottom of confiscated notes from one student to the other. No one meant them for her anymore.
But, once upon a time…
Pomona shook her head away from the memory of a time when she didn’t fill out her robes this well and boys lined up to accompany her to Hogsmeade. There was no use bringing up those kinds of painful remembrances. She had a wonderful job and complete run over the greenhouses. Her friends were all close at hand, more than filling up her evenings when she might have let herself become morbid. It was really only when she found one of these missives that she started to think of what might have been.
“Do you remember me?” she whispered to a startling silver flower near at hand. “Are you wondering about me? You said we’d be together forever.” The flower drooped at the sudden, unexpected heat of her breath. Fragile petals fell to the workbench where they withered instantly. This particular species preferred solitude and dark places.
“You lied,” she hissed, crushing the petal with her palm.
(x-posted at 1000ways_huffle)