Pomona, Here

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Shine a Little Light // Pomona & Lucinda // Flashback

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Was it progress that Lucinda managed to keep from rolling her eyes at the cheery praise Pomona bestowed upon her. She wasn’t calling the assistant professor a liar, but she doubted it really took the woman years to think about how making baby mandrakes more comfortable in their pots would make the repotting process easier. Still, she gave a small smile and a nod, acknowledging the subtle compliment to her capability. And she did watch Pomona’s own pot preparations carefully.

When Pomona looked over at her, Lucinda pulled her earmuffs over her ears and scrambled to stand in front of her first pot. Her gloved fingers were itching to dig into the soil and take hold of the still immature mandrake. Her body was tingling with excitement. There was something to be said for doing something new and challenging. She had mastered repotting the smaller mandrakes and was ready for a tussle. 

The first plant was easy. Well, relatively. It resisted a little when being put in the pot, but luckily, once it was halfway buried in the sun-warmed soil, it calmed down. The second one tried to manoeuvre itself so that it could not be potted. Turning it quickly upside down and then back right side up gave her the few seconds she needed to get the roots of the shocked plant into the pot. 

The third mandrake, however, was bigger than the others. Fatter.  And it did not take kindly to being dragged out of its nice home and into the humid air of the greenhouse. It flexed against Lucinda’s smaller hands, and tried to swing its body to and fro to escape her grasp.  She grit her teeth and held on, but was not able to stop the squirming mandrake from knocking into the pot she had been intending to put it into. The pot swayed for a moment and Lucinda ridiculously marveled at the strength of the little mandrake before watching in horror as the pot fell to the floor, shattering, and spraying soil, food, and clay everywhere. 

Lucinda swore aloud, and quickly began thinking as she resisted the urge to drop the troublesome mandrake on what passed for its head.

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Pomona watched as Lucinda handled her first plant with ease.  She didn’t panic when the plant wriggled and resisted being moved, which was very good for her first time working with this stage of mandrake maturity.  Pomona could see Lucinda was a natural whether she admitted it to herself or not.  She had a certain awareness about the plants that a lot of her other students never displayed.  She approached them with respect but did not hesitate with them.  Commanding the situation was key when dealing with the advanced, more sentient creatures.  

Things were going perfectly, both witches moving on to their second and third plants.  At this rate, Pomona would be done in 1/3 of the time it usually took her to care for the mandrakes.  Lucinda was a quick study, who had good instincts when it came to the plants.  Turning the second plant upside down was a good way to momentarily disorient it to get it potted.  It wouldn’t injure the plant but it did make it more manageable.  

Pomona had turned her full attention to her own third repotting, managing to get the little sprout into his pot and had almost finished potting him when she felt something sharp scrape across her ankle.  Confused, Pomona looked down to see the shattered remains of a pot scattered about the greenhouse floor.  She looked up to see Lucinda struggling with her third plant, the pot shattered and soil all around the floor.  

“Shoot a niffler.” Pomona cursed quietly as she rushed around the tray of pots to Lucinda’s side.  Gently grasping the plant by the roots, she used one hand to cover the plant’s head.  By putting the plant in darkness, she hoped it would calm down enough to get into another pot.  Using her other hand she lightly stroked the plant, gesturing with her head for Lucinda to get another pot prepared.  

The plant seemed to settle down in the darkness, with the soothing strokes along it’s back.  It was still agitated, and would be until it got put into its pot.  As Lucinda prepared the pot, Pomona continued to stroke the plant, murmuring to it even though she was sure it’s screams were drowning out any other noise there might be.  

With the pot prepared, Pomona gently lowered the plant into the pot, keeping one hand in place over it’s head.  The two witches worked together to shovel dirt into the pot, and Pomona only removed her hand once the head was submerged in the dirt.  After a few seconds of rolling movement, the dirt came to a stop, the plant comfortable and satisfied.  

With a sigh Pomona removed her earmuffs.  All the plants were safely encased in dirt and shouldn’t make any noise, even if they were still agitated.  She patted Lucinda lightly on the shoulder, a small smile on her face.

“All things considered that could have been much worse.  I should have told you that little trick about covering their faces with a hand if you can manage.  That gets them to calm down enough that you can usually get them potted.”  Pomona’s smile fell as she shook her head. “I promise, usually there aren’t quite this many catastrophes on a regular morning.  You’re handling everything quite well though.  And that plant should be quite alright, no harm done.”  

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“Oh Merlin, right?  Especially the ones who didn’t have the chance to see their friends over the summer.  I remember what it was like to be that age.  To come back to Hogwarts and see the castle and just be so relieved that the whole thing wasn’t a dream.”

She nodded thoughtfully.  “My mum was a Muggle, but my dad was a wizard.  They’re um- they’re gone now, but I remember my mum’s reaction when they told me about magic.  She looked a bit awe-struck and a bit uncomfortable all at the same time.  I grew up with my Gran after they died, but she was a witch.  So I never had the talk, but I imagine how hard it would be.”

“Rounds can’t be too terrible,” she theorized.  She had never been a prefect so she couldn’t say for certain.  But she thought that it could be rather fun to have the entire castle to yourself.

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“That is so true!  I remember my second year, getting to ride in the carriages was such a let-down!  I wanted so badly for that same first view of the castle to begin the year.  There’s a certain sense of that extra bit of magic to it all.”  

“Granny used to tell me stories of when Grampy first told her about magic.  He told her before they got married, knowing any children they would have had the potential to be wizards or witches.  She thought he was crazy until he turned her favorite teacup into a pigeon and back!” Pomona grinned.  “I can only imagine how it must feel to learn that your child can do magic, after years of convincing yourself magic is the stuff of stories.”  

“They aren’t too bad,” Pomona sighed, “at least until you have to take the middle-of-the-night round.  We let the prefects sleep after about midnight, so the professors have to take turns patrolling around in the early morning.  Those nights are horrible.  If it weren’t for pepper up potions and highly caffeinated tea, I don’t think I’d survive classes the next morning!”

“Not that I advocate self-medication, of course.” Pomona turned toward Miriam, blushing slightly.  She was talking to a healer, after all. “And I’m certainly not dependent on anything... just a potion every once in a while.”  

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Hufflepuff Spring    “Beneath the crisp and wintry carpet hid A million buds but stay their         blossoming; And trustful birds have built their nests amid The shuddering    boughs, and only wait to sing Till one soft shower from the south shall bid,    And hither tempt the pilgrim steps of spring.”                         -  Robert Seymour Bridges

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“I’m not,” Lucius paused after that to consider what he was going to say next. “But I suppose I owe you for allowing me to go ahead of me the last time we spoke. Do you want money for that or should I…” Merlin, he did not like where his train of thought was going. “I doubt you want to deal with me as it is.”

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“Well I wouldn’t want to force you into sharing ice cream with me.  That seems rude.”  Pomona grinned at the wizard in front of her.  Lucius was an odd sort of fellow.  She didn’t understand.  He didn’t want to get ice cream, but he wanted to pay for it?  She shook her head.  

“Besides, I may live off of a teacher’s salary, but I don’t need to accept your ice cream charity.  A girl can take care of herself, thank you very much!” Pomona winked at Lucius, her bright mood refusing to be dimmed by his uncertainty.  “You sure you’re alright Mr. Malfoy?  You seem a bit off.  Is there anything I could do for you?”

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Shine a Little Light // Pomona & Lucinda // Flashback

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Pomona watched Lucinda, her thought process evident in her eyes.  It was as if she could see the thoughts whirring in her mind.  Pomona knew that Lucinda probably wouldn’t go for the gillyweed.  If she were correct with Lucinda’s attitudes, the girl wouldn’t risk being out in the open with a herbology assistant.  Which was good.  Honestly, Pomona wasn’t too keen on spending the day smelling like the Black Lake.  

She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding when Lucinda responded.  It was quite a sarcastic response, which caused Pomona to frown, her hands on her hips.  She was pleased that Lucinda was interested in continuing their private studies, but the attitude was not very respectful.  Professor Beery was always telling her she needed to work on earning the student’s respect, not just their friendship or admiration.  

“Well the little darlings can sense when someone is being sarcastic and get irritated, so while we move to the next greenhouse over, perhaps we could aim for at least a calm demeanor?”  Pomona gave her a sly smile, turning quickly to gather up her tools and lead the way to the mandrakes.  

It had become tradition for the school to keep earmuffs in a small cupboard in the greenhouse with the mandrakes, in case the students weren’t able to procure some of their own.  The story went that a student had died there some 60 years ago from hot having their earmuffs on correctly, but stories had a way of growing out of nothing.  Pomona grabbed some muffs and turned toward Lucinda as she entered.  

“Ok, the earmuffs are there if you need them.  Once they go on, you need to make sure you can’t hear anything, or you’ll have to take a trip to the hospital wing.  Because of that, I won’t be able to talk you through anything while you’re working, but you’ve worked with a younger variety in Professor Beery’s classes so you should be fine.  This lot is just a bit bigger and a tiny bit harder to manage.  They sort of flail around when they’re out of their pots.”  

“Well then,” Pomona rubbed her hands together in anticipation.  “If you have any questions, now’s the time to ask them!”  

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Lucinda rolled her eyes at Pomona’s gentle reprimand, but she caught the older woman’s meaning.  And she supposed it was nicer than jumping down her throat, or ordering her to be respectful.

“I’m always calm,” she retorted, snagging her bag from the floor and placing her tools back inside it. It was not exactly true, but that was beside the point. She was not the one after all, who had upset a greenhouse full of venomous tentaculas. Well, actually technically she was, since she was the one who had fired the severing charm that had freed Pomona. But Pomona had been the one to start the trouble in the first place. Not that it mattered, she supposed. At least the woman had not gotten hysterical.

Lucinda grabbed a pair of the earmuffs from the cupboard.  The mandrakes were bigger than she had worked with before, but that just meant they’d be a good challenge, and good experience. Currently, they were all nestled deeply in their pots, happily slumbering away. She knew that soon, their cries would be waking each other up and then they’d be harder to manage.

“Nope, I’m all set,” she said, earmuffs in hand. She put them around her neck for now as she went and grabbed one of the large pots that had been set out for this purpose. Filling it with the right amount of dirt, Lucinda also threw some plant food in as well, and moistened it all with a little water. Once the mandrake could feel the welcoming environment of the pot, she was hoping that they would go in easier.

“I’m ready when you are,” she said, hoisting the pot up onto the large table next to one of the mandrake pots. She was going to move them so they’d be closer together, but she didn’t want to risk making the mandrakes cry before she and Pomona both had their earmuffs on.

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Pomona nodded, a smile on her face, as Lucinda prepared her pot.  She was a natural, to be sure.  She had the ability to anticipate how the plants would be feeling, a necessary trait in a truly great herbologist.  There were many people who learned such an art, but it was those with an instinct for it, like Lucinda, that were really made to pursue herbology after school.  Perhaps not as a profession, but at least as a hobby or side-business.

“Good thought to add the plant food in before.  Took me a few years before I realized that would make the drakes a bit more comfortable in their new home.” Pomona shot Lucinda a wink, grin still on her face.  “Alright, earmuffs up and lets get to planting.  If you need me, tap me on the shoulder when the cost is clear and the plants are in their pots.  If it’s urgent you can wave your arms about and I’ll see them.”  Pomona adjusted her earmuffs and began preparing her own pot, patting the dirt against the sides of the pot so the plants wouldn’t come into contact with the harsh clay.  She clapped her hands together to make sure she couldn’t hear, gave a last look to Lucinda to make sure her muffs were in place, and gripped the plant just above the dirt layer.  

Firmly, Pomona heaved the plant out of the pot with a grunt.  Even with the earmuffs on, Pomona could hear the faintest sound of the plant’s shrieking as it writhed around.  The older mandrakes moved around far more than their younger counterparts, meaning they often required two hands.  Gently, Pomona guided the plant into the pot and began covering it with dirt.  She put it in bit by bit, letting the plant settle down into the soil.  Once the roots were completely submerged, she looked up to see how Lucinda was doing it, giving her a thumbs up.  

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Plant seeds of happiness, hope, success, and love; it will all come back to you in abundance. This is the law of nature.

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“My favorite part is all the screams and tackle hugs you see.  God, remember how rough it was not seeing your friends for months at a time?  It was always the best part of coming back to school.  And being a friend year– equal parts wonderful and terrifying.  Especially for the poor Muggleborns.  Can you imagine how brave those parents have to be?  Yes take my child and teach them magic tricks, strange man that showed up at my house.”

“I think the actual act of doing a job is so much better than the planning and theorizing.  That’s how I feel at work most of the time.  I like treating the patients, but research puts me to sleep!”

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“Oh, that was always the best!  The joy and excitement on their faces is always so adorable.  Especially the younger ones, the second-years who are reaching the end of their first summer.  Their reunions are the running-across-the-road-to-hug sort.”

“I’ve always thought that must be so hard.  I think next year I’ll volunteer to go on those visits for the school.  My granny’s a muggle, so I know how difficult it can be to enter the magical world.  And having someone there who gets it might make the parents feel a bit more at ease.” 

“I feel as if I am drowning in lesson plans!  I’m almost excited for nightly rounds so I don’t have to focus on everything I still have left to do.”  

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Testimony to Friendship // Gideon/Pomona

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He chuckled, allowing his own voice to echo and radiate the walls, bringing a bit of light into the stoic white walls he was so familiar with. The others in the waiting room glared at them for even speaking anything apparently, but he shrugged them off, as he so often did. “While you may not have rhythm, anyone can dance,” Gideon continued cheerfully. “I, for example, was also not born with rhythm. But get a few drinks in me and I become the most graceful of classically trained ballerinas.”

“But I suppose medicine is important, too,” he shrugged. Definitely more important than dancers, that was for sure. 

He shifted in his chair as the real reason they were there came to the surface. As Pomona spoke, Gideon smiled lightly at her words. She was proud of Remus. Gideon was proud of Remus. Regardless of who, or what, he was, he was still a good, just, loyal friend as well as employee. “That was very eloquent,” he commented. “I’m starting to rethink what I’m saying. Maybe I should have mapped all of this out.” He ran a hand through his red locks. The last thing he wanted was to ruin Remus’ chances by not being prepared enough.

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“Oh, I’m sure I would dance with a few drinks in me,” Pomona chuckled, “but I doubt it would be described as graceful even by me.”  Pomona grinned.  “I think my talents would be much better served as the local crazy herb gardener, selling medicines on the street.  Oooo, maybe I can get a rickety old cart and push it along the streets.  That would be adorable!”  Pomona clapped her hands together, a faint squeal emphasizing her excitement over the idea.  

The atmosphere of the room they were sitting in finally overcame the fanciful idea of dancing and living outside of the war.  Pomona’s smile faded, but the determined woman forced herself to maintain that smile.  “Thank you, Mr. Prewett, but I just spoke from the heart.”

“I don’t believe the ministry is on the opposite side.  They’re misguided, of course, and they don’t have any idea of what’s really going on.  I believe if we tell the truth and stand up for our friend, it will all work out in the end.” Pomona nodded, taking a deep breath.  “You worked with him, right?  Tell them that.  Tell them that he has given you no reason to suspect he is anything less than an honest, upstanding man who has always held others before himself.  He wouldn’t do any of the horrible things that happened in London of his own volition.”  

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We Could Be Heroes || Stubby & OPEN

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Stubby found himself chuckling, genuinely enjoying his time with Pomona. It wasn’t that he hadn’t expected to enjoy his time with her, it was just that actually enjoying his time with people these days was usually hit or miss. It was not to know that some things hadn’t changed when he felt like his entire life had. He wouldn’t change it for the world, getting to live his dream, but it was something that they didn’t tell you when you sign up to be lead singer in a band. They’d dreamed, of course, of making it big but actually achieving that and everything that came along with it? That was surreal and so much more than anyone ever bargained for, both good and bad. 

“If you’d really like to plan out a gift, we’ll come up with some better ideas. Not that I wouldn’t appreciate anything you got me,” he smiled softly.

When he came out of his little solo reverie, he smiled sheepishly over at her, “Sorry, love, sometimes I get lost in my thoughts. Bit of a dreamer still. I usually have my journal to write down little thoughts and ideas but lucky for you I left it at home today. We can enjoy our time together without me ruining it by jotting down everything that comes to mind.”

“I have to say that this was exactly what I needed. Some proper, delicious, Muggle food with lovely company. It makes you remember that the entire world hasn’t gone mental.”

Stubby smiled reassuringly at her, reaching a big hand across the table to gently rest it atop one of her smaller ones. “We’re all unique and that’s what makes the world great, but I have no doubt you’ll do just fine. Not everyone will like everything you do but that’s okay because that’s how life is. And you have to remember that not everyone’s opinion matters, even if criticism can be hard to take. I keep reminding myself that.”

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“Oh, never fear Mr. Boardman,” Pomona teased, giving Stubby a little wink. “I’m sure in the next few months I’ll come up with something to suffice.”   Pomona had initially been joking, but she realized now that she might have had a good idea.  She was sure that Stubby got hosts of trinkets from his fans, but a nice thoughtful gift from a former teacher might be the sort of surprise he needed.  She mentally recorded the idea in her head.  Hopefully she would actually remember.  

“That is a brilliant idea!” Pomona clapped her hands and bounced up and down in her seat.  “I am always forgetting to remember things.  I need to keep a little notebook with me.  Ooooooh, or I could have a cute little notepad that I can keep in the pocket of my robes or in my overall front pocket!  Stubby Boardman that is a positively genius idea and I am forever in your debt!”  

Pomona smiled serenely, nodding in affirmation.  She hadn’t realized it, but she needed this little luncheon too.  The stress of the coming school year, along with unwillingly becoming more and more aware of the Order’s plans, she had needed this little impromptu lunch.  She would have been content to freeze time and stay in that peaceful moment forever.  

Time does not work that way, however, pausing and changing at will.  Often in Pomona’s experience time seemed to speed up as soon as you wanted a moment to last.  The bustle of the cafe continued, patrons and employees hurrying about.  The clock ticking in the wall seemed a physical representation of the happy moment slipping away.  With a sigh Pomona ate the last bite of her sandwich, tapping her stomach contentedly.  

“I hope so.  I know that I can’t consider everyone’s opinions, that it would drive me crazy trying please everyone.  It’s one thing to know that when I’m sitting at lunch pleasantly with my friend at lunch.  It’s another thing when I’m in front of a greenhouse full of students who are half asleep, daydreaming, or trying to stab each other with pruning sheers.”  Pomona grinned, but her face formed a bit more of a grimace.  She waved her hand in front of her dismissively.  “But I don’t particularly want to think about all of that.  Not when we are getting along so fabulously.”  

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There's no way that Pomona is that happy. Must be drugs. I mean she's around plants all the time.

“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about.”  But a little pepper up potion every once in a while never hurt anyone.  

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“Sounds good to me.  I adore Diagon Alley this time of year!  It reminds me of happier times, you know?  Cheerful little monsters getting their wands and begging for brooms or a gold plated cauldron.  It’s brilliant!  Are you ready for the new term?  I imagine being a professor would be quite a bit of fun.”

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“Me too.  The excitement on all of their faces as they see their friends and get their new books and robes.  The first years with looks of excitement and a little fear on their face.  And it will be a good chance to see the students I remember from last year.”  

“It’s... alright.” Pomona shrugged, her face loosing a bit of excitement as they walked. “A lot more stressful right now.  I think it will get better when the students are actually at the school.  Then I won’t bee obsessively planning lessons.”  

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“I don’t believe there has ever been a circumstance in my life that I’ve refused free ice cream, funnily enough.  I am one hundred percent in!  But where are we going to go?”

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“Perfect.  I was thinking a quick stroll down to Diagon Alley.  We’ll be around the kiddos as they go back to school shopping, but I’m sort of trying to get a feel for what the term will hold.  If you’re not scared off but a bit of business, I do believe we have a Sundae Sunday on our hands!”  

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“I need Icecream, I have money for two, and I’m in the mood to share.  Are you in or not?”  

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company | ashes to ashes prompt | imogen, minerva & pomona

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McGonagall held her glass out for a second helping and settled back into her chair. She felt as though she had been running for hours- her body achy and her mind numb. Arguments and accusations swam through her thoughts as she recalled the hostile meeting that had spanned for several more hours than planned. While the fighting was exhausting, she knew that it had been long coming. Providing a united force against Voldemort was a lofty goal, and it’s application was turning out to be fairly impractical. Too many differing opinions, too many that weren’t ready to follow orders on blind faith, too many that should not be asked to follow blindly.

“The Death Eaters are still on of our main concerns. His power is in numbers, and they are growing.” She took another sip of wine, gathering her thoughts, “The problem is as it has always been. He excels in growing in the shadows. Right when we think we have a lead, it seems to vanish.” 

She sighed, “I feel like things have been coming to head recently. There’s been a lot of loss and not many victories.”

 Emotions run high, mistakes are made. She knew that Albus had no inkling that the patrol he set on the church would ever attack it unprovoked, and therefore not informed them of their allies inside. However, in hindsight, she felt that it may have been prudent to make them somewhat aware of the plan. Albus and his secrets. 

She would need a lot more wine. 

“There was an accident. Our people sent to stake out a building that we believe is a place where Death Eaters congregate. Unbeknownst to the ones gathering intelligence, the Order had sent in four disguised members inside the building to gather intelligence.” She rubbed a tense spot between her eyebrows, “Not only did we not find information that would aid us, the members outside the hideout decided to set the building on fire. Our people were still inside. All fine-” She quickly reassured Imogen’s shocked expression, “But they had to fight their way out. And we lost an opportunity to find out what the Death Eaters are up to.” 

She looked over at Pomona, who seemed small and weary. She felt the same. 

“This has, as you can imagine, lead to a lot of…hostility within our ranks. Some believe that it was the right call to attack the Death Eaters openly. Some think we should be gathering intelligence and taking them down systematically- without chaos.” 

She shook her head, “We’re more divided now, than we’ve ever been.” 

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Pomona nodded solemnly as Minerva described the meeting.  It had happened more or less as she had described it, with a lot more explosive anger.  Pomona had been shocked at the reactions some had to each other.  Moody brooding and dark, Sirius loud and attempting to seem carefree when his eyes betrayed his frustration.  Dumbledore quietly taking it all in.  It was more than Pomona could stand.  

“At first I came just to observe, to see what the meetings were like.  I was content to sit in the background and watch, but things got... rather heated.”  Pomona shook her head.  She hated the fighting, the thinly veiled accusations and the passive aggressive comments.  “I was happy to be able to calm everyone down at one point so that we weren’t all yelling at each other.  I even got to try out my teacher voice and got stern with some people.”  Pomona smiled weakly.  

It had always been her role in life to look at the brighter side of things.  It was becoming harder to do in the face of the war, which was why she had even attempted to come to the meeting in the first place.  Seeing the good that people were doing she thought might encourage her to join herself, or at least to see the hope in the helplessness around them.  Instead she had been left feeling more disheartened about it all.  

“If everyone would just be more organized about things.  Communicating to one another about what was going on...”  Pomona sighed.  “Everyone was so stuck on their point of view they won’t stop to consider why the other option might have merit.” Pomona gave a weak smile and elbowed Minerva lightly.  “Probably because there are far too many Gryffindors in the Order.  You lot would do well with a few more Hufflepuffs to even things out, make sure things stay fair.”  

“The wine is lovely, by the way.” Pomona smiled, turning to Imogen.  “I wish we could have enjoyed it in more celebratory circumstances.”  Pomona took another swig, the dryness of the wine cutting through the phlegm that had been catching at the back of her throat since the meeting had descended into madness.  

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