Wow! I'm completely blown away by this perfect story. Filius/Pomona is inspired, I love your portrayal of both of them, and Filius's voice is so utterly him!
Never mind Kelly's flailing, I'm going to list lots of lines, too.
for a moment Filius Flitwick was in his fifth year again, dutifully serving detention in the Forbidden Forest for hexing Wilfred Cummings, who'd thought it amusing to announce to the entire Ravenclaw-Slytherin Potions class (including the beautifully studious Imogen Wiggins) that Filius' bits compared unfavourably to a Shrivelfig. Right from this moment, I knew this story would be a winner. Imogen Wiggins fic would be great, I second that motion.
(neither bare nor disembodied as such an introduction might imply) Never mind the slight disappointment at "neither bare", this is such a great meta-line! And it's so true he would mostly see buttocks and crotches.
Buggering Bulbs The visualiser thanks you for this image. And the Babbling Bush, too.
that would have entailed making a decision about which nightrobes to wear and then actually putting them on I'm so with you, Filius!
it was all he could do to bite back a sarcastic, "Yes, it appears to be." Quite!
I wouldn't know what to do besides fill 'em up with tea and give 'em a good hug. And one can see what a wonderful Head of House she will be. Caring, nurturing, and aware of the limitations.
Contrary to the dearest fantasies of teenage witches, unicorn dung doesn't taste like fairy floss and moonbeams. How interesting. How typical of the adolescent mind. And such a wonderfully-botched first kiss.
And a bullfinch and a blue tit! How appropriate.
noted in the next year's textbooks for the defeat of the Dark Lord (later to be revised as his temporary downfall) I like your exact and scholarly approach to history.
"I'm proportionate!" Brilliantly IC. As is Pomona's matter-of-fact reply. And the juxtaposition of "you're beautiful when you come, y'know" and "I'm nobody's whore" sent shivers down my spine.
'Let us leave pretty women to men without imagination.' Neville? He has imagination. He certainly does. And that Proust quote might be the new Beholder motto.
the two twined hands and left in search of solitude and an intact teapot THIS. The beauty of the two twined hands, and the carefully-crafted detail of the intact teapot. All those tiny details give such density and realism to your story, and images like those hands ... wow. Just wow. Or rather, for it is never just wow for me, wow and a far too verbose review.
And I love George's perfectly reasonable explanation of why Filius would be fond of him and help him with the shop. More fool Ron.
In case I haven't made my point clear enough yet: I LOVE THIS STORY !!!