He’d found Pomona that morning, staring grimly at the red blooms. ‘Danger,’ she’d said, then gone about preparing for the battle. As a plant person, I knew I would adore this story as soon as I read the first few lines. Just like Pomona to know the red blooms of a rhododendron would mean danger with random growth in stressed and darkly energised times.
He approaches, pausing before they see him as he catches sight of Hooch’s face. He comprehends with sudden clarity the look of fondness and longing as she watches Pomona, and realizes the game is not truly a game. That line is beautiful and one of the best I've ever read regarding Hooch and Sprout, together and apart. Pomona could always do with a little love! She doesn't get enough.
On days like this, when the castle halls seem charged with fear, and the shadows beneath his classmates’ eyes are like bruises, Neville needs the greenhouses. I know the feeling; his must be very much intensified.
“How do you say I think of nothing but you, every moment?” She asks, intent.
“Enough of this!” Pomona whispers, grabbing the front of Hooch’s robe and pulling her down into a kiss. Oh my, that was lovely. Simply delightful. I adore the way you write this pairing! That scene. Holy Poppy's pants, amazing; simple, understated, sensual, communal and just dashing. LOVED it!
Stories with the meanings of flowers/plants are among my favourites. It is perfectly fitting of Pomona. I can just see Hooch taking delight out of testing Pomona, and using the same medium to express flirtation and interest. This story is brilliant. I love your characterisation of these characters - Neville's gentle strength, Hooch's flirtatious adoration, Pomona's wisdom and actions. Excellent work!