Author's note: Written for the 14th Flash Fic Challenge at the Charming Roots boards... and for Daphne's birthday, too!
"Slagroom" means "whipped cream". R&R!
It was the same old story, every night. Pomona sighed.
"I miss him, Fil."
"'Mona, I would like you to remember that it was you who wrote to your friend Roos to let Neville get that job in Holland! And it was really a good opportunity. He is happy now, he told you in his last letter... We will visit him on Christmas' holidays, my love."
"It's really a long time"
"Well, it's not my fault their Ministry has put such restrictions about Apparating there... but even if it hadn't, you're not good at that and I would worry very much if you splinched!"
--
But, she did not give up.
"Here, I found it! You must say the destination while you touch the object with the top of your wand. Be sure there is no risk of misunderstanding..."
- PORTUS!
She thought there was no way to make a mistake. The blue light showed it was all right. She was so excited she just could not wait to use the Portkey she had just created.
--
"Honey, what happened? You look shocked!"
"I am shocked, Fil. I saw something that I shouldn't have seen! I thought I set a Portkey to travel to Roos Slagroom's office, but maybe I mispronounced it..."
"Roos Slagroom's office? Do you mean..."
"Yes! I found myself in Horace's room, and he was taking a nap, and he was... almost... naked!"
Filius began laughing, and seemed like he just could not stop. "Eek! Darling, what a scene!"
"It's not funny! I had never seen a naked man, excepting you..." she said, blushing.
"Does it really trouble you?" he asked gently, raising his wand.
"Yes, Fil, please!"
She closed her eyes.
"Ready? One, two... OBLIVIATE!"