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FIC: His Blessing (Colin/Romilda, Terry/Romilda)
Title: His Blessing
Author: shiiki
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Colin Creevey/Romilda Vane, Terry Boot/Romilda
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 500
Summary: Romilda finds happiness. Colin approves.
Notes: A birthday present for my fellow Colin/Romilda shipper, queenb23more. Terry/Romilda is a nod to a ficlet she wrote here!
Romilda had had several boyfriends since the war. Most of them had been rather decent -- kind enough not to push her about her involvement in the Battle of Hogwarts, understanding enough to accept without questions her aversion of cameras as a harmless eccentricity. It had taken her a while to realise that she wanted someone who knew the reasons behind these things and could help her move on from them. Which wasn't entirely fair, considering that there were only a handful of men who would ever know these things.
She hadn't recognised Terry Boot when she'd first run into him after the war. She'd forgotten how scarred he'd become (or perhaps she hadn't even known; not much had left an impression on her in those nightmarish days after), so when the tall, dark man with deep lines down his face and half his nose missing had called to her across the Daily Prophet's Paris branch office, she was ashamed to admit she'd cringed a bit.
His voice was familiar, though she chalked it down to its being British -- an accent she would never admit she'd been homesick for. He'd seemed amused rather than insulted that she couldn't recognise him, and they'd ended up having a pleasant chat about home and what the other was doing these days (she as a foreign correspondent for the Prophet, he with the Department of International Magical Co-operation).
That should have been the end of it. Romilda was surprised when Terry dropped by a few days later and asked if she wanted to grab a bite after work. From there, it just ... continued.
In the end she supposed it wasn't too surprising that the man she'd ended up with, the one with whom she meant to live out her life, was one who knew her history -- who knew his, too.
At Terry's and her wedding reception, she could feel his ghost. Not a real ghost, of course, just a sense of something ... someone ... hovering over her shoulder. It was unsettling -- why now, when she'd never felt his presence before? -- yet comforting. She was certain he didn't mean her or Terry any harm. It was more like ...
Like he was giving them their blessing.
Romilda didn't mention it at all, but Terry noticed. After the guests had gone, he asked her about it.
'You look slightly spooked.'
'Just a bit,' she said. 'It's a strange feeling. I don't know how I'm this sure, but I know. He's happy for us.'
Terry didn't need to ask who she meant.
'Oh,' he said. Then -- 'Thanks, Colin. I'll take care of her, you know.'
There was no answer, of course, but a soft wind played gently with their hair before dying away. Romilda fancied her first love watching from above, caressing her for one last time before he gave her away. She tucked herself into Terry's embraced and smiled. She was really very lucky to have the love of not one, but two extraordinary men.
Author: shiiki
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Colin Creevey/Romilda Vane, Terry Boot/Romilda
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 500
Summary: Romilda finds happiness. Colin approves.
Notes: A birthday present for my fellow Colin/Romilda shipper, queenb23more. Terry/Romilda is a nod to a ficlet she wrote here!
Romilda had had several boyfriends since the war. Most of them had been rather decent -- kind enough not to push her about her involvement in the Battle of Hogwarts, understanding enough to accept without questions her aversion of cameras as a harmless eccentricity. It had taken her a while to realise that she wanted someone who knew the reasons behind these things and could help her move on from them. Which wasn't entirely fair, considering that there were only a handful of men who would ever know these things.
She hadn't recognised Terry Boot when she'd first run into him after the war. She'd forgotten how scarred he'd become (or perhaps she hadn't even known; not much had left an impression on her in those nightmarish days after), so when the tall, dark man with deep lines down his face and half his nose missing had called to her across the Daily Prophet's Paris branch office, she was ashamed to admit she'd cringed a bit.
His voice was familiar, though she chalked it down to its being British -- an accent she would never admit she'd been homesick for. He'd seemed amused rather than insulted that she couldn't recognise him, and they'd ended up having a pleasant chat about home and what the other was doing these days (she as a foreign correspondent for the Prophet, he with the Department of International Magical Co-operation).
That should have been the end of it. Romilda was surprised when Terry dropped by a few days later and asked if she wanted to grab a bite after work. From there, it just ... continued.
In the end she supposed it wasn't too surprising that the man she'd ended up with, the one with whom she meant to live out her life, was one who knew her history -- who knew his, too.
At Terry's and her wedding reception, she could feel his ghost. Not a real ghost, of course, just a sense of something ... someone ... hovering over her shoulder. It was unsettling -- why now, when she'd never felt his presence before? -- yet comforting. She was certain he didn't mean her or Terry any harm. It was more like ...
Like he was giving them their blessing.
Romilda didn't mention it at all, but Terry noticed. After the guests had gone, he asked her about it.
'You look slightly spooked.'
'Just a bit,' she said. 'It's a strange feeling. I don't know how I'm this sure, but I know. He's happy for us.'
Terry didn't need to ask who she meant.
'Oh,' he said. Then -- 'Thanks, Colin. I'll take care of her, you know.'
There was no answer, of course, but a soft wind played gently with their hair before dying away. Romilda fancied her first love watching from above, caressing her for one last time before he gave her away. She tucked herself into Terry's embraced and smiled. She was really very lucky to have the love of not one, but two extraordinary men.