Title: The Queen's Gossip
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Warnings: N/A
Prompts:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments) : 2 Week Drabble Wars (Day Eight) : "[insert name], master of the two-hour female orgasm." (GTA V), Character : Anne Boleyn
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments) : Ultimate Chocolate Frog Card Club : Anne Boleyn : Incorporate Anne Boleyn into your story, either the actual person, her story, or her portrait.
Gringotts Prompt Bank : Misc HP Locations : Grand Staircase
Gringotts Prompt Bank : Dialogue Prompts - My Mad Fat Diary : "Oh my god, he is a sex wizard"
Gringotts Prompt Bank : Dialogue Prompts - My Mad Fat Diary : "His arse is so beautiful that sometimes I have to stop myself from crying when I look at it."
Word Count: 441
Notes: N/A
Summary:
"Helena?" Helena looked up in surprise. The staircase was empty, but her name had just echoed down the stair. "It is you!" The voice called out again, and she realised that she knew the owner. Helena looked up, to where Anne's portrait hung on the wall.
"I thought that you were simply ignoring me, but Professor Dippet assured me that you had been away for a while."
Helena floated up the stairs, smiling at her friend. "I'm sorry Anne. I should have let you know I would be gone, but I'm afraid it was rather urgent."
The lady in the portrait simply waved an elegant hand. "I'll just have to catch you up with all the gossip that's been going on around here. You've missed ever so much. You know how much I love to eavesdrop on the students, and from this new position above the Grand Staircase I am far better placed to overhear the most sensational of stories."
The ghost chuckled, doubting that that was the headmaster's intention. The nosy portrait could be useful, and was a good conversationalist, but she did love to chat about everything that ever happened under Hogwarts' high ceiling.
"Oooh, I did overhear something the other day that might interest you... Our Defence professor and the Herbology professor may have moved their relationship beyond a professional status. I even heard dear Galatea claim that her man was 'the master of the two-hour female orgasm' - a surprise indeed for I had no idea that Herbert Spleen even knew where the exit to his precious greenhouses were, let alone that he was interested in women."
The professors had been dancing around each other for weeks, but Helena was surprised that had happened quite so quickly.
"And have you met the new professor Armando hired? You have to see him. Oh my god, he is a sex wizard! I've heard rumours of women coming and going all the time! His arse is so beautiful that sometimes I have to stop myself from crying when I look at it."
Helena didn't even have a response to that. Sometimes Anne could be rather crude, her attempts to act more like a modern woman actually dragging her past the boundary of what was acceptable. Helena ddin't blame her; after all during her life the woman had been objectified and desired as nothing more than a woman with the potential to have a child.
She tuned out as Anne continued to speak in the background, occasionally nodding in response. It was rather soothing, which was the reason their friendship worked.
