I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters.
My first non-Bleach story and first one-shot
Orange Flowers
Minerva brought the flowers into her office and placed them on the desk. She needed some time to be alone with her thoughts. After her anguish at the death of Albus's and the funeral she needed time away from other people. There had been too many words, too many people. She needed quiet. It was time to contemplate her future and the future of Hogwarts.
She looked at the orange flowers she had just placed on her desk. She did not want red flowers. The colour was too much like blood. Red flowers were often used to symbolize love. She felt that love had left her life. The return of the Soul Eaters would be the death of love and actual death for many people. Red flowers would remind her too much of the friend she had lost and the tragedy of his death.
White flowers were wrong, also. Albus's tomb was white. White signified purity, when she felt that all the purity had been stripped from the world. White would be ironic, a reminder of the loss of innocence at the betrayal by Snape. Innocence, purity destroyed in a moment for a stupid, selfish, arrogant boy by a hostile, cold man.
Yellow, the colour of the sun, often used to symbolize joy would have no place in her office. It would remind her of the joy of friendship and the loss of his company. Yellow was too bright. A symbol of hope, when she had lost her friend who had made her hope, who had brightened up her life with his friendship. Her life would be dreary without hope and without Albus.
She wouldn't even contemplate pink flowers. The colour was neither white nor red. It had no place in her office, or in her grief. Pink would remind her of the sunset on the day of his death when the clouds were on the horizon. The bright pink that contrasted so clearly with the blue in the darkening sky. Pink was a colour she had always despised as insipid. It provided no comfort or inspiration.
It had to be orange flowers, like the flowers he gave her once, long ago. Orange flowers that burnt like flames in the darkness of her office. Orange flowers reflecting the anger and sorrow she felt at his needless death. The strength of the colour would help her focus on the anger she felt at the people who had caused the murder of Albus.
She sat alone in her office, staring at the flowers, then reached and touched the softness of the petals. Minerva would not allow herself to become soft with grief. She needed to be strong to run the school, to try and restore the confidence that was shattered. Strength was needed to fight the Death Eaters and Voldemort.
The tears that she had resisted until now slowly slid down her face. She would keep a vase of orange flowers on her desk until the evil had been defeated. The flowers would remind her of Albus. They would remind her of his friendship, his unselfish care for his friends and pupils, but most of all they would remind her of the man.
It's short but I can't write anymore. Please read and review.