ntamara & frek
Author: ntamara
Title: New Life and Fresh Meat
Pairing: Sprout/Hooch
Theme: Wanted a woman, never bargained for you. - Led Zeppelin, Dazed and Confused
Rolanda had heard rumours from the students of what monstrous hybrids and plants the Herbology professor grew in Greenhouse 8, but she should have known by now not to trust student gossip. A gravel path led through fields of poppies and five pointed star leaves to a round patio with deck chairs and tables in the shadow of a large pomegranate tree. Blossom was sweet in the air, and nearly masked another distinct sweet smell.
If Rolanda had smelled that scent any time during her career as Quidditch trainer... However, she was no longer a member of the international Quidditch League. That life was in the past, and Rolanda had just to make the best of her present situation.
Madam Sprout, a plump witch with a kind face and long curly black hair, waved at Rolanda from her chair and beckoned with joint in hand. She was wearing light and airy summer robes with large floral print, and muddy Wellingtons underneath.
"Get comfortable, 'luv. I've just the thing to relax with after a day teaching hormone driven teenagers."
Getting to know the rest of Hogwarts' staff was making Rolanda wonder whose behaviour was more libidinous: the teenagers or the teachers.
Author: Dani (frek)
Title: Kindred Spirit
Rating: PG-13 (for minor drug use)
Pomona Sprout spent most of her free time away from the staff and students of Hogwarts holed up in her private chambers or greenhouses. Several members of the staff had family to visit on their free time and the students all had their friends to keep up with. Pomona just had herself.
It wasn't that she didn't have any friends. No, she had quite a few witches and wizards that she kept a correspondence with. But they all were mostly just that - correspondences. And it wasn't that she didn't have any family. She had a huge family, full of aunts and uncles and quite a few cousins. The only problem with them was that they didn't care much for her. Her family was a muggle family and even though they were considered open minded by any standard, they simply didn’t accept her ways.
Her family loved the fact that she was a witch. In fact they used to ask her to use her magic all the time. Pomona would spend a lot of her time at home waving her wand this way and that, simply entertaining her family with her skills. They loved it. Being a witch wasn't what had ostracized her from her family. Preferring women to men was what had.
And so imparted with the knowledge that she simply wouldn't be wanted because of her ways, Pomona spent most of her life isolated from the rest of the world. Nobody knew of her preference and she didn't tell anyone. She simply hid her feelings and thoughts away from the people she knew, afraid that if they found out they'd not want her either.
~~~
She had spent several years on the staff at Hogwarts before getting wind that there was another like her among the professors. Instead of immediately running up to the woman to befriend her, Pomona continued to keep her distance and instead observed the woman during their interactions over the course of the school year.
Pomona enjoyed studying the way the woman would interact with the world. She was very self assured, almost always taking command of any situation she was involved in. When she would walk, she rarely looked down. Her eyes almost always met those opposite her, and she could stop a student dead in their tracks with a simple glare in their direction.
Rolanda Hooch definitely wasn't who Pomona pictured to have the same tendencies as herself, but she was pleased nonetheless to have someone similar in nature. Rolanda was a rather strong witch, comfortable with herself and open with the other professors. This was quite dissimilar to Pomona, who simply couldn't relax in her own skin, unsure of exactly how to feel or react in many situations. The only time Pomona was comfortable was when she was in her greenhouses, tending to the plants or teaching the students.
Perhaps that was why she had chosen Greenhouse Eight as the first place for her and Rolanda to interact and get to know each other outside of class.
~~~
Pomona waited for Rolanda in the back of the greenhouse, comfortable in the magically created humidity surrounding her. It felt like home to her. She looked up as she heard the door open and footsteps coming back to the corner where she sat hidden from view. As Rolanda came into view, Pomona smiled, happy to see she decided to join her, "Get comfortable, 'luv. I've got just the thing to relax with after a day teaching hormone driven teenagers." Pomona passed the lit joint in her hand to Rolanda, the sweet scent wafting over to her as she did so, relaxing her.
Pomona watched as Rolanda cocked an eyebrow at her choice in habits; Pomona nodded in return. "Trust me, it'll help," she encouraged the other woman. As Rolanda accepted it and took a hit, Pomona smiled once more with satisfaction. She knew that she and Rolanda would get along quite well, unusual tendencies and all.
Title: New Life and Fresh Meat
Pairing: Sprout/Hooch
Theme: Wanted a woman, never bargained for you. - Led Zeppelin, Dazed and Confused
Rolanda had heard rumours from the students of what monstrous hybrids and plants the Herbology professor grew in Greenhouse 8, but she should have known by now not to trust student gossip. A gravel path led through fields of poppies and five pointed star leaves to a round patio with deck chairs and tables in the shadow of a large pomegranate tree. Blossom was sweet in the air, and nearly masked another distinct sweet smell.
If Rolanda had smelled that scent any time during her career as Quidditch trainer... However, she was no longer a member of the international Quidditch League. That life was in the past, and Rolanda had just to make the best of her present situation.
Madam Sprout, a plump witch with a kind face and long curly black hair, waved at Rolanda from her chair and beckoned with joint in hand. She was wearing light and airy summer robes with large floral print, and muddy Wellingtons underneath.
"Get comfortable, 'luv. I've just the thing to relax with after a day teaching hormone driven teenagers."
Getting to know the rest of Hogwarts' staff was making Rolanda wonder whose behaviour was more libidinous: the teenagers or the teachers.
Author: Dani (frek)
Title: Kindred Spirit
Rating: PG-13 (for minor drug use)
Pomona Sprout spent most of her free time away from the staff and students of Hogwarts holed up in her private chambers or greenhouses. Several members of the staff had family to visit on their free time and the students all had their friends to keep up with. Pomona just had herself.
It wasn't that she didn't have any friends. No, she had quite a few witches and wizards that she kept a correspondence with. But they all were mostly just that - correspondences. And it wasn't that she didn't have any family. She had a huge family, full of aunts and uncles and quite a few cousins. The only problem with them was that they didn't care much for her. Her family was a muggle family and even though they were considered open minded by any standard, they simply didn’t accept her ways.
Her family loved the fact that she was a witch. In fact they used to ask her to use her magic all the time. Pomona would spend a lot of her time at home waving her wand this way and that, simply entertaining her family with her skills. They loved it. Being a witch wasn't what had ostracized her from her family. Preferring women to men was what had.
And so imparted with the knowledge that she simply wouldn't be wanted because of her ways, Pomona spent most of her life isolated from the rest of the world. Nobody knew of her preference and she didn't tell anyone. She simply hid her feelings and thoughts away from the people she knew, afraid that if they found out they'd not want her either.
~~~
She had spent several years on the staff at Hogwarts before getting wind that there was another like her among the professors. Instead of immediately running up to the woman to befriend her, Pomona continued to keep her distance and instead observed the woman during their interactions over the course of the school year.
Pomona enjoyed studying the way the woman would interact with the world. She was very self assured, almost always taking command of any situation she was involved in. When she would walk, she rarely looked down. Her eyes almost always met those opposite her, and she could stop a student dead in their tracks with a simple glare in their direction.
Rolanda Hooch definitely wasn't who Pomona pictured to have the same tendencies as herself, but she was pleased nonetheless to have someone similar in nature. Rolanda was a rather strong witch, comfortable with herself and open with the other professors. This was quite dissimilar to Pomona, who simply couldn't relax in her own skin, unsure of exactly how to feel or react in many situations. The only time Pomona was comfortable was when she was in her greenhouses, tending to the plants or teaching the students.
Perhaps that was why she had chosen Greenhouse Eight as the first place for her and Rolanda to interact and get to know each other outside of class.
~~~
Pomona waited for Rolanda in the back of the greenhouse, comfortable in the magically created humidity surrounding her. It felt like home to her. She looked up as she heard the door open and footsteps coming back to the corner where she sat hidden from view. As Rolanda came into view, Pomona smiled, happy to see she decided to join her, "Get comfortable, 'luv. I've got just the thing to relax with after a day teaching hormone driven teenagers." Pomona passed the lit joint in her hand to Rolanda, the sweet scent wafting over to her as she did so, relaxing her.
Pomona watched as Rolanda cocked an eyebrow at her choice in habits; Pomona nodded in return. "Trust me, it'll help," she encouraged the other woman. As Rolanda accepted it and took a hit, Pomona smiled once more with satisfaction. She knew that she and Rolanda would get along quite well, unusual tendencies and all.