‘One might think that a plant called a boneblossom would be skeletal,
or have something to do with death, but this is in fact wrong. The wizard
who discovered this plant actually meant tromboneblossom, and the name
was later shortened. The plant has a large, golden, bell shaped blossom,
which emits a brassy tune when in need water, or food. Unfortunately many
wizards enjoy the sound of this so much they often forget, or even purposely
do not take care of the plant’s needs. Though Nature often has ways of
fending for it’s self, and if not feed for a long time the boneblossom’s
music grows steadily louder. The music continues until the offending wizard
is either deaf or insane. Then the boneblossom gains ultimate revenge
by devouring its victim. It’s M.O.M classification of four is well earned.
The boneblossom’s rating was actually moved from three to four in 1427,
when Hugh the Horrible tried to create a boneblossom symphony for a garden
party.’
SNAP
Hermione Granger-Weasley was at her wits end. All morning, she had been
researching the boneblossom for her new book, ‘101 Musical Plants- the
Sounds of Magical Nature,’ and what a horrible morning it had been.
First off Hermione had woken late, courtesy of her husband, Ron. He had
obviously woken before she had and thrown the alarm clock (which was spewing
large and dangerous purple sparks at a fantastic rate) out the window.
This had made Hermione late for a meeting with Iris Bragnurt, the head
of the all the Herbology related divisions at the Ministry. Iris, a middle
aged witch, knew just how important she was to Hermione’s research, was
not impressed and refused to see her.
As Hermione trudged out of the Ministry building, and began to the official
Ministry library, it began to rain. Because of the strict no apparateing
policy she had to walk next door (which was roughly three miles by the
time she passed all of the Ministry offices) through freezing mud, wind,
rain, and eventually hail. Upon reaching the building she found it closed,
and realized that it was a holiday in France, where Mr. Duval, the librarian,
was from.
To top it all off, just as Hermione took out her wand to disparate, an
owl relieved itself on her shoulder. Wanting greatly to stun the bird
Hermione took a sharp breath and quickly disaparated.
Once in the kitchen a doubled-over Ron startled Hermione out of her rage.
He was laughing so hard, at the sight of her, that he was nearly crying
Hermione’s eyes narrowed dangerously, that was the last straw.
But, just as she pulled out her wand to hex Ron into a smoldering pile
of ash, he blew her a kiss and danced out of the room.
“ARRRGH” Hermione screamed, and stalked up the stairs to take a nice
hot bath.
A half hour among her favorite bubbles cheered Hermione up, significantly,
and soon she was willing to attack her research again. By then, it was
nearly ten o’clock and she was ready to start reading up on Boneblossoms
again. So she retreated to her study, where she spent the next two hours.
Massaging her temples, Hermione glanced up and noticed something different
about her desk. On it sat a chocolate frog. Curious as to how it got there,
Hermione carefully unwrapped it, and out of habit glanced at the card
at the top it read, “Hermione Granger-Weasley.” Hermione blinked at the
picture of herself, the picture was working in her study, and concentrating
very hard. Looking closely, Hermione noticed that the picture had been
glued on over the card, and the card had a familiar handwriting on it
instead of the formal print. She read on,
“Mrs. Granger-Weasley is currently one of the most intelligent people
alive. She has discovered two new uses for dragon’s blood and three new
charms in the past five years. Mrs. Granger-Weasley is also the author
of ‘Extraction Without Extinction- Methods of Obtaining Natural Substances
Without Death” and “House Elves A History.” Mrs. Granger-Weasley has remained
very active in House Elf rights, and is currently the wife of the luckiest
man on earth, Ron Weasley.”
Hermione felt herself blushing at the handmade card. Ron really could
be a sweet husband at times, when he wasn’t being an incredible prat.
Instinctively she turned the card over to see if Ron had included a list
of dates on the back. But instead of a timeline there was a message written
on the back.
“Hermione, look in your ink well!”
An eyebrow shot up at the note, but Hermione obeyed and unscrewed the
top of the jar. She let out another squeal of surprise. It was full to
the brim with Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans. By inspecting the colours
for a moment, Hermione came to the conclusion that Ron had only included
her favorite flavours, honey, mint tea, lemon, chocolate expresso, and
he had even remembered to include one of her more unusual favorites- sheet
metal.
Near the top of the jar, Hermione saw a small folded piece of parchment.
Smiling she opened it, it read,
‘Now go back to writing, break is over you louse!”
Hermione giggled, trust Ron to do something like that in the middle of
a sweet surprise. Hermione reached back and pulled a spare quill out of
her knot of hair. She licked the nib to activate the self-inking charm,
and tasted- sugar? Hermione laughed out loud, Ron had exchanged her quill
for a sugar quill! She had the feeling her surprise wasn’t over yet.
Indeed it wasn’t. Once the sugar quill had touched her tongue, it sprung
for her grasp and began to write in bright orange ink,
“Hermione,
By now we’ve both stopped being so stubborn
and admitted our love to one another. We bicker like an old married couple,
even though today it’s only been one year. You forgot didn’t you? Yes
Hermione, today is our one-year anniversary! Let me tell you, what a year
it has been. I think that this past year has been the scariest, most exciting,
most wonderful year of my life. I can still barely believe it, Hermione
Granger- the bushy haired, smart, wonderful girl who I had loved since
I was fourteen is MY wife! What luck, what fortune, what terror? It was
scary, meeting your relatives, never knowing if I was doing something
wrong or right. Half fearing and wanting and explosion from you, wanting
because making up is always the best part with you Hermione. So here we
are, it’s been 365 days since I last said “I do” and do you know what
Hermione? I will never say those two words again, because every moment
with you this past year had been so amazing and perfect that I refuse
to do it all over. It’s been a great year Hermione, lets have many more.”
Hermione Granger-Weasley wiped a tear away from her eyes. Then she stood
up and went to find her Husband to give him a big kiss and a bigger thank
you.
The End
Happy Anniversary Sugar Quill!
From Hermione
CANNONS FOR THE CUP (dungbombs RULE!)
From Ronald (its RON)
Weasley
Harry, er I mean HAPPY Anniversary!
From Ginny Weasley
Thank you and have many more wonderful years!
From
Harry Potter
Ahhhhhh, Happy Anniversary!
From Lavender and Parvati
Sirs and misses have been very kind to Dobby and Dobby
is wishing you another happy year!
From Dobby The House Elf
I hope yeh have more an more years
after this first un’ HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!
From Hagrid
Hurrah!
From Albus Dumbledore
Thank You Sugar Quill, you
truly ROX! ~ Emeraldd Star
