This is weak!
Title: When Roses Don't Work ( 01. African Violet)
Genre: Romance, Humor
Characters: Atia Harris, Louis Weasley, Albus Potter, Helena Ravenclaw, Myrtle Bartlett, Lysander Scamander, Magenta Comstock, Nymphadora Tonks, Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall; Professor Binns mentioned.
Rating: GP
Word Count: 759 words
Summary: Atia is having second-thoughts.
Author's Notes: This is a stupid fic.XD It started out one way, ended up being something completely different. Well, I still hope you sort of enjoy it.:P
The glass in Atia's hand trembled as she looked at the dress on her bed. Ice clinked happily inside the glass as Atia's hand refused to stay steady. Why her? There were half a dozen other girls who would rather -- the door opened. Atia's dark brown eyes met grey and blue. She gulped as Helena came towards her with a long piece of gauzy fabric. Lysander followed behind her, along with Magenta and Myrtle.
"I'm not sure I can do this," Atia finally croaked.
"What?" Magenta turned from her station. She was painting little designs on Atia's shoes.
"I'm...I don't think I can..."
"Atia, what's the big deal? You walk down the aisle, you say a few words, you get your pictures taken, that's it. We all go home happy," Myrtle said from Atia's bed. She and Helena were adding pink and purple violets to the white dress.
"It's just...I'm having second thoughts."
"What is wrong with you?" Helena finally snapped. "You could have raised all these objections weeks earlier. Today's the day we have to do it and you had better get your act together!"
Atia backed away and drank from the glass in her hand. Lysander touched her shoulder lightly. "Don't worry. Louis is nargle-free today. I checked."
Atia smiled at Lysander, closed her eyes and leaned her head against the wall.
Louis had insisted on roses, but Helena claimed that would have been far from ideal. They had settled on some beautiful African violets for the bouquet complimented by a few wildflowers. Atia tried not to tremble as Magenta put some make-up on her with her artist's hands. Instead, she wrung the handkerchief in her hands. All too soon, the make-up was done and the dress was to be put on. Helena and Myrtle helped her into the dress. It fit perfectly, just as it was meant to. Helena had spent hours slaving over the dress to make it just right. She couldn't not go through with it. After all, as Myrtle pointed out. It was only for a few hours. Then, it'll be all over and life would go on.
The shoes were slipped on, her hair pinned in place. The bouquet was in her hand and there was no longer any reason to dawdle. Louis was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. He took her hand and frowned as that hand began to shake. "Nervous?"
"Why, aren't you?"
"A little. But I'll help you," Louis whispered. "We'll get through this -- what the hell are you doing, Lysander?"
"Just making sure you really are nargle-free. I think that's why Atia's trembling so much. She might be reacting to a nargle infestation or something."
"I'm not--" but that's all Atia could say as her throat closed up. Atia took one last look at Helena and Myrtle, who were also now dressed. Albus tried to look reassuring in his corner and smiled at her. This was it. All eyes on her.
"Oh my God, that was amazing!" Atia laughed as the ripped the veil off her head. "Did you hear the applause?"
"Yeah!" Louis grinned beside her. He lifted her up and twirled her around. "You were awesome."
"So were you," she grinned. He kissed her.
"Ahem," Helena and Albus stood by the door of the small chamber they had assigned as a dressing room. "You might want to take your final bows."
"Right," Louis took Atia's hand as they returned to the stage.
"Think we'll win?" Albus asked, letting Helena lean on his shoulder.
"I will kill Professor Binns again if he does not vote for us," she answered. "My fingers are swollen from the manual stitching I had to do on that damned dress."
"Costumes were awesome. We'll win that at least," he kissed the top of her head.
"We will win everything. I personally narrated my mother's love story. How can we not win?"
"I still say you should have played your mother."
"I could not," she whispered. "Besides, you are nothing like my Father."
"Louis is blond."
"I cannot kiss you again if I thought you could play my Father."
"Thank Merlin I did not, then," he grinned.
On stage, Nymphadora Tonks was waltzing about, playing the part of Helga Hufflepuff. Professor Dumbledore smiled widely. For once, Binns had had an excellent idea. Having the students stage a theatrical production of their respective Founder's lives an excellent idea. Beside him, Professor McGonagall was sniffing as a young Helga Hufflepuff had just lost her father to a dragon.
"There, there, Minerva."
Genre: Romance, Humor
Characters: Atia Harris, Louis Weasley, Albus Potter, Helena Ravenclaw, Myrtle Bartlett, Lysander Scamander, Magenta Comstock, Nymphadora Tonks, Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall; Professor Binns mentioned.
Rating: GP
Word Count: 759 words
Summary: Atia is having second-thoughts.
Author's Notes: This is a stupid fic.XD It started out one way, ended up being something completely different. Well, I still hope you sort of enjoy it.:P
The glass in Atia's hand trembled as she looked at the dress on her bed. Ice clinked happily inside the glass as Atia's hand refused to stay steady. Why her? There were half a dozen other girls who would rather -- the door opened. Atia's dark brown eyes met grey and blue. She gulped as Helena came towards her with a long piece of gauzy fabric. Lysander followed behind her, along with Magenta and Myrtle.
"I'm not sure I can do this," Atia finally croaked.
"What?" Magenta turned from her station. She was painting little designs on Atia's shoes.
"I'm...I don't think I can..."
"Atia, what's the big deal? You walk down the aisle, you say a few words, you get your pictures taken, that's it. We all go home happy," Myrtle said from Atia's bed. She and Helena were adding pink and purple violets to the white dress.
"It's just...I'm having second thoughts."
"What is wrong with you?" Helena finally snapped. "You could have raised all these objections weeks earlier. Today's the day we have to do it and you had better get your act together!"
Atia backed away and drank from the glass in her hand. Lysander touched her shoulder lightly. "Don't worry. Louis is nargle-free today. I checked."
Atia smiled at Lysander, closed her eyes and leaned her head against the wall.
Louis had insisted on roses, but Helena claimed that would have been far from ideal. They had settled on some beautiful African violets for the bouquet complimented by a few wildflowers. Atia tried not to tremble as Magenta put some make-up on her with her artist's hands. Instead, she wrung the handkerchief in her hands. All too soon, the make-up was done and the dress was to be put on. Helena and Myrtle helped her into the dress. It fit perfectly, just as it was meant to. Helena had spent hours slaving over the dress to make it just right. She couldn't not go through with it. After all, as Myrtle pointed out. It was only for a few hours. Then, it'll be all over and life would go on.
The shoes were slipped on, her hair pinned in place. The bouquet was in her hand and there was no longer any reason to dawdle. Louis was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. He took her hand and frowned as that hand began to shake. "Nervous?"
"Why, aren't you?"
"A little. But I'll help you," Louis whispered. "We'll get through this -- what the hell are you doing, Lysander?"
"Just making sure you really are nargle-free. I think that's why Atia's trembling so much. She might be reacting to a nargle infestation or something."
"I'm not--" but that's all Atia could say as her throat closed up. Atia took one last look at Helena and Myrtle, who were also now dressed. Albus tried to look reassuring in his corner and smiled at her. This was it. All eyes on her.
"Oh my God, that was amazing!" Atia laughed as the ripped the veil off her head. "Did you hear the applause?"
"Yeah!" Louis grinned beside her. He lifted her up and twirled her around. "You were awesome."
"So were you," she grinned. He kissed her.
"Ahem," Helena and Albus stood by the door of the small chamber they had assigned as a dressing room. "You might want to take your final bows."
"Right," Louis took Atia's hand as they returned to the stage.
"Think we'll win?" Albus asked, letting Helena lean on his shoulder.
"I will kill Professor Binns again if he does not vote for us," she answered. "My fingers are swollen from the manual stitching I had to do on that damned dress."
"Costumes were awesome. We'll win that at least," he kissed the top of her head.
"We will win everything. I personally narrated my mother's love story. How can we not win?"
"I still say you should have played your mother."
"I could not," she whispered. "Besides, you are nothing like my Father."
"Louis is blond."
"I cannot kiss you again if I thought you could play my Father."
"Thank Merlin I did not, then," he grinned.
On stage, Nymphadora Tonks was waltzing about, playing the part of Helga Hufflepuff. Professor Dumbledore smiled widely. For once, Binns had had an excellent idea. Having the students stage a theatrical production of their respective Founder's lives an excellent idea. Beside him, Professor McGonagall was sniffing as a young Helga Hufflepuff had just lost her father to a dragon.
"There, there, Minerva."