Rated PG-13, for absolutely no reason. Well, only cause all my other
work is PG-13. This is a little ditty I wrote about my little shipping.
No slash or anything. Toads rock!!
Disclaimer - no es mia, es suya.
A dim light crept through the clouds, and in through the windows of the
Hufflepuff fifth year dormitory. Eloise Midgen sat up, rubbing the sleep
from her eyes. She pulled open the thick, yellow curtains of her ebony
bed, and walked over towards the window. The room was empty; Hannah and
the others had already headed downstairs. Eloise looked out onto the Hogwarts
grounds, taking in the rainy, cool air and cloudy sky. A typical day for
October and the first Hogsmeade visit of the year. Blinking herself awake,
she pulled a robe around herself, and walked semi-consciously to the bathroom.
Shower, soap, hair charms, her standard morning routine went by as she
slowly awakened, and stepped out of the steamy shower. The quiet of the
dormitory was wonderful when the other girls were already downstairs.
Not that she didn't get along with Hannah, she was practically Eloise's
best friend, it was just that she never shut her mouth. Pointing her wand
at the steamed up mirror, Eloise muttered a de-fogging charm, breaking
the glass, instead.
"Oops, reparo." The glass mended itself, as the fog
"Really, Eloise. You do that every morning."
"Sorry," she said to the mirror, which chuckled in reply. Her
reflection stared back at her. She liked her hair, which was straight,
but thick, and a pretty shade of dark brown, with eyes that matched it
perfectly. Together, her hair and eyes managed to some degree to take
the focus off her off-centered nose. Remembering the memorable day in
fourth year, when, tired of her acne, she had tried to curse it off, Eloise
shuddered. It was too bad, she thought. Without the acne, she would have
quite liked her face, had it not been for the bizarre nose. She charmed
her hair dry, managing this time to not turn it bright pink, and pulled
the lot of it into a ponytail. Sighing, she pointed the wand at her nose,
and opened her mouth.
"Oh, no you don't, miss! You know what happened last time!"
the mirror shouted at her, and Eloise dropped her wand.
"Just one little charm?"
"Absolute not! You look fine. Go on and get dressed, then, dear."
Trying to be cheerful, she smiled brightly into the mirror. and walked
back into her room. She could wear whatever she wanted today. Trading
in her typical black school robes for Muggle jeans and a tee-shirt, covered,
of course, by her favorite light blue robe, she walked over to the tank
where Trewyn, her pet toad, slept.
"Morning, Tre!" she said, brightly, as she lowered a cricket
into the tank. The toad ate the cricket voraciously, and gulped, making
Eloise laughed. She lifted the funny animal up, slipping her into her
pocket; she never went anywhere without her toad. This done, she walked
down to breakfast.
"Where've you been?" asked Hannah, between bites of a muffin
at the Hufflepuff table.
"Upstairs, I slept late." She said, with a yawn.
"Oh, good then. I really can't wait until the Hogsmeade trip today,
it's going to be so much fun, I want to go to Honeydukes, I'm running
a teeny bit low on Bertie Bott's!"
"Mm." Said Eloise, disinterestedly. She swiveled around to
the Gryffindor table, where there was suddenly a great explosion noise.
It appeared that those two redhead twins had done something again, most
likely something terribly illegal. Sure enough, Neville Longbottom was
now floating helplessly up above the table, amid gales of laughter. She
frowned. It was really quite mean of them.
"Gryffindors." Sighed Ernie, who was sitting next to his girlfriend,
Hannah. The table shared a murmur of agreement. A little worried for Neville,
Eloise turned around, to see him floating safely down, apparently grinning.
She turned back to her toast, and discussion about candy.
Two hours later, Eloise found herself walking quickly into the Three
Broomsticks, pulling her cloak tightly around herself, trying to keep
a bulging bag of candy from bursting open at the same time as she was
trying to subdue an increasingly rebellious toad in her pocket.
"I'll get the drinks," she offered, in a hurry to get a taste
of the warming butterbeer. The others nodded, happily as they took out
their candy. Eloise made here way up through the crowded pub, to the counter.
"Five butterbeers," she called, to a flustered looking Madame
Rosmerta, who nodded, and conjured cups. While waiting, she lifted Trewyn
out of her pocket to have a look around the surroundings.
"Trevor!" she heard a voice call. She turned around, trying
to find the source of the voice, hitting a short boy who resembled a teddy
bear, and sending her and the boy to the ground. Trewyn hopped onto Eloise's'
shoulder, gulping toadishly.
"Sorry," said the boy, quickly, as he helped pick up Eloise's'
fallen candy. He looked up, and saw the toad on Eloise's shoulder.
"Trevor!" The boy grabbed at the toad.
"Trewyn, you mean." Said Eloise, gathering the last of her
candy. The boy blushed, and Eloise suddenly connected his face to the
name Neville Longbottom. Recalling his unpleasant experience at breakfast,
she smiled benevolently, scooping up Trewyn the toad in one hand, and
extending her other for a handshake.
"Eloise Midgen, I'm sorry, I wasn't looking, who were you looking
"Trevor, he's my toad, I thought yours was mine, I'm Neville Longbottom,
I think it was probably my fault,"
"No problem!" said Eloise, smiling at the red flush in Neville's
face. He smiled, somewhat awkwardly, in turn.
"Is that your toad?" asked Eloise, suddenly noticing a small,
brownish green toad hopping over her feet.
"Oh, yes." Neville bent down, and scooped up his toad, petting
it on the head.
"Your butterbeers, miss." Eloise turned around, caught off
guard by Madame Rosmerta's voice.
"Right, thank you. Well," she turned back to Neville.
"I guess I'll see you in herbology, then?"
"I suppose. Bye, then." Eloise nodded, and headed back towards
"Wait!" shouted Neville, and Eloise turned, very nearly spilling
"Erm, do you, erm, want to have a butterbeer with me?" Eloise
smiled, Neville was turning a ridiculous shade of red. She thought for
a second, before nodding.
"Sure!" They walked over to a table, and sat down, Eloise still
holding her five butterbeers. The toads jumped out of their hands, and
headed off in search of adventure, as Eloise took the first sip of her
butterbeer. They sat in silence; sipping their warm drinks for a while,
before Neville's brilliant red flush finally faded.
"Where's you get your toad?" he asked, glancing in the direction
of where the two toads used to be. Eloise looked as well, sighing as she
noted Trewyn's absence.
"Ugh, mine is always running off, my aunt gave her to me when I
"Trevor always disappears too! It must be a toad thing, I guess."
Eloise nodded, and took another sip. An awkward silence descended on the
two, as Eloise swiveled her cup around.
"So," she said, stopping short. This was so typical of her,
not to have anything to say.
"So…" replied Neville.
"Ellie!" Hannah Abbot was heading quickly over towards Eloise
and Neville, looking scandalized.
"What happened to you brining butterbeer back, hmm?" Hannah
put her hands on her hips, looking sternly down at Eloise.
"I was, uh, distracted?" sneaking a glance at Neville, Eloise
ventured a smile. Neville returned it, and Eloise was surprised to feel
a warmth totally unassociated with butterbeer flood her body.
"Yes, I see you were!" Hannah was looking increasingly amused,
as she looked from Neville to Eloise, back and back again, biting in a
"Well, I'll leave you, to it, then? We're leaving now, so hurry,
a bit. " Grabbing three of the remaining Butterbeers, Hannah headed
back to the table where the Hufflepuff group was sitting. Eloise smiled
back at Neville, just as Trewyn the toad jumped back into her hand.
"Look. I have to go now, sorry. It was nice talking to you!"
Neville gulped, and nodded, smiling.
"Can I meet you here, next Hogsmeade trip?" he muttered the
words, and Eloise could barely hear him, but she got the point, and nodded.
"Sure! I'll look forward to it. There's your toad." Noticing
Trevor, now sitting patiently on the table, Neville scooped the amphibian
up, and stuffed him in his pocket.
"Thanks." Neville smiled, looking comfortable for the first
time that night. Eloise stuck out her hand, and they shook, meeting each
other's eyes, and smiling. It may not have been exactly magical,
she thought, but it's a beginning.