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I have made the decision to cut off my fanfiction from this site due to ideological differences with site management. I believe that fan-works should be free, which means not only free monetarily, but also free of restrictions such as this site's ban on chat-fics (virtually ruining the Homestuck fandom), second-person point of view stores (it's...a POV...really), and, of course, adult materials, among other things.
I understand that this may upset some readers, but I ask that you respect my decision about how to manage my creative works. They still exist, un-altered, on another site.
I highly recommend you give AO3 a try. Joining the Archive of Own is a simple process, though it may take a few days to go through the waiting list. However, AO3 was created by fans, is FUNDED by fans (meaning it is advertisement-free), and does not restrict anything unless for valid copyright issues. It also has a robust tagging and search system, as well as a series manager, which will reduce the confusion regarding many of my works. If you are an author and would like an invitation, please message me through PM to see if I have any available.
Thank you for all your support as I entered into the world of fan-works. If you're interested in more of my fan-works, including audio productions, cosplay, and videos, please check my Tumblr, also linked on my profile.
Fan-girling with you all,
Kit
Neville decided to balance out his emotions when Pomona Sprout announced at the second staff meeting of the 2011-2012 school year that she would be retiring. Yes, he was sad to see his favorite teacher and personal mentor go, but he was also excited to take on the full duties of herbology professor. She'd barely finished her announcement before his mind was off, developing his future curriculum, drafting letters to the school Board of Governors to request funding for the purchase of certain plants he'd been itching to study since he'd become Sprout's assistant. And if the governors wouldn't give the funds, the nice hike in his paycheck should cover things.
In all honesty, he was balanced significantly more towards positive thoughts than negative by the time the meeting was over. He was, however, a little confused. It was only one month into term. Logically, if Pomona wanted to retire, she'd have been thinking of it for months and should have made the announcement at the start of term, or far more towards the end. As far as he knew, nothing had happened to his mentor to put her health at risk and spark her decision to leave the school, but the thought was troubling enough for Neville to cut one of his Gryffindor student's detentions short on Friday evening, fetch a tray of vegetarian tapas from the kitchens, and knock on the door to Pomona's private quarters.
When the older professor answered, she was a little bleary-eyed, but came to full alertness on seeing her protege. "Ah, Neville! How can I—aaaaah!" She went on with far more enthusiasm after seeing the food. "Are those stuffed green peppers? Oh, you do indulge me. Come in, come in." Stepping back from the door, she gestured for Neville to enter, going off herself to find a water pitcher and glasses.
Neville was always somewhat surprised on entering Pomona's rooms. There was only a single plant in sight, and that a non-magical spider plant. He'd asked about this, once, and was told that she'd kept plants in her chambers early in her career, but a few ill-plotted assassination attempts by a reticulating rose vine had taught her to not bring work home. So, whereas in Neville's apartment you would be hard-pressed to find enough space not taken up by pots to put down a cup of tea, Neville easily set down the tray at a small dining table in the breezy lounge, taking his accustomed seat just as Pomona came back with drinks.
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This story, in its entirety, can be found at Kitsune Heart's AO3 account, linked in her profile.
