What a great pairing. Love the flying motorbike and the images in this excellent passage: Even though she was still young for a witch, lines were beginning to shoot out from Pomona's eyes and Poppy knew it was from the same sort of laughter that had burst from her on the night Poppy fell in love with her. Most of her hair was still the same earthy colour as the soil she dug her hands in to every day, but gray was starting to shoot through the frizzy curls. And too much Hogwarts food had broadened the curves so that she resembled the rich and abundant earth that she worked with every day.