Poppy Pomfrey
"To ten years of peace!" Ernie MacMillan raised a glass of Firewhisky as he led a toast. All of the teachers had headed down to The Three Broomsticks to celebrate ten years since the Battle of Hogwarts, since You-Know-Who had been defeated. A cheer rang around the table. Poppy sighed, this being at least the fourth toast someone had led that evening, but raised her glass to join the toast anyway.
She hadn't wanted to join the party, not wanting to leave the Hospital Wing despite all of the students being with their families at home, presumably enjoying their own celebrations.
The first week of May had become an annual holiday at Hogwarts, giving the students the ability to celebrate each anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts with their families. As this was the tenth year, the students had been given the week before as well. The school was closed for both weeks, forcing the students to return home and giving the teachers time to celebrate without having to worry about any of the students.
Ernie Macmillan, who had been teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts for the last three years, and Neville Longbottom had decided that the teachers should all celebrate together before leaving the castle. That was how they had all ended up at the Three Broomsticks with six empty bottles of Firewhisky littering the table.
Poppy wasn't much of a drinker, only having three glasses of Firewhisky over the course of the evening. However, this didn't stop it from going straight to her head. She stood, Neville reminding her that it was her time to place the next drink order, and the world seemed to spin around her for a moment before settling again.
"Are you alright?" Neville asked, looking up at Poppy in concern.
"I'm fine," she told him in a rush. "I'm just not much of a drinker; it's gone straight to my head."
Poppy giggled as she got everyone's drink orders, and marched over to the bar to order their next round of drinks. As Madame Rosmerta took the order, Poppy added, "It would be nice if we could get some music going as well, for the younger ones. They look a little restless." Rosmerta nodded, and Poppy returned to her seat. It was only then that she took in Ernie's appearance.
"Macmillan," she called across the table.
"Yes, Mada— Poppy?" The newer professors, the ones that had been students most recently, still hadn't got used to the idea of calling their teachers by their first names.
"What on earth are you wearing?"
"This?" Ernie asked, indicating the flowered blouse he was wearing. "I bought this in a Muggle shop." He looked very proud of himself. "Muggles wear them."
Poppy laughed, finding it funnier than she might have done usually, having just finished her fourth glass of Firewhisky. "Muggle women wear them, Macmillan, not the men!"
Ernie looked horror struck as he took in her words, but quickly shook himself out of it and started laughing. "That'll be why the woman in the shop gave me a funny look for buying it, then."
As the conversation faded out, the music started up, and Poppy could see it was the right decision to ask for it. Ernie, Neville and a couple of the other, younger, teachers were straight up and dancing. Pouring herself another glass of Firewhisky, Poppy watched with a smile, before Minerva, who was very obviously drunk, pulled her up to join in.
A couple of songs later, Poppy returned to her seat, not being able to keep up with the rest of them. Maybe it was time for her to think about retiring.
Word Count: 611.
Hogwarts Funfair Event – Hedge Maze;
(word) Dancing
(scenario) Drunk at a bar
(character) Poppy Pomfrey
Hogwarts Funfair Event – Ferris Wheel;
"I bought this in a Muggle shop" . . . "Muggles wear them" / "Muggle women wear them, _, not the men…"
The Valentine-Making Station;
Confetti: Write about a celebration.
