ACT II, Scene 3
The next morning, the sun shined as bright as usual. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had some new life into it.
Professor Flitwick stood on a stool to reach his table. Talking to himself, preparing things for that afternoon Charms class.
"As the sun rises, it brings light to the world, and night becomes day. The clouds grow light and darkness fades. Now, before dawn, while the dew is still wet, I have to go out and get my herbs from Professor Sprout."
The Professor continued to gather up things.
"Earth is both a grave and a womb; a mother and a tomb. She provides many useful things for us. Some are good for many things, but all are useful for something. Herbs, plants, and stones have great power. For everything that's bad on the earth, the earth provides some cure. But all those useful medicines can be abused; the good drug can be a curse; but then what's normally a poison can sometimes be helpful."
He held up a stone.
"Even though this stone is very small, it holds both medicine and poison. It looks good, but if you crumble it, it will kill you. In the stone, there is poison and medicine, just like there is love and hate in people. But when the bad one is stronger, soon enough it'll eat the stone or person up like a cancer."
There was suddenly a knock on the door. It was opened to reveal Draco Malfoy.
"Good morrow, Professor," said Draco, happily from across the room.
"Good morning! Why are you here so early? You must be ill to be up so early. Older men sleep without peace and wake early, but teenagers sleep late. Therefore, you must be sick to be up so early," Professor Flitwick laughed as Draco got closer to him. "Or maybe you haven't even been to bed at all tonight, huh?"
"Yeah, I didn't sleep at all. I had an even better rest."
"What? Were you with Susan?"
Like Snape, Professor Flitwick had grown very close to Draco this past term. He feels sorry for the Slytherin's, kinda. The Gryffindor's are just as bad as them now.
Draco made a face.
"With Susan? Professor, no. I've forgotten that name. It doesn't cause me anymore pain."
Professor Flitwick nodded and climbs down the stool that he was standing on. He stood up, looking up at Draco. Draco has a good 3 feet on the tiny Professor.
"That is good, child. But where were you?"
"I'll tell you before you ask again. I was feasting with the Gryffindor's, where I was wounded by someone; but I wounded that person in return. You can help us both. I don't hold it against you that you serve our enemies."
Professor Flitwick was no confused. Who was he talking about?
"Hold on, let me sit down," said the Professor, as he took a seat next to Draco. "You're not making any sense. If you don't make an honest confession, I can't give you honest forgiveness," he said. In Hogwarts, Professor Flitwick was like a muggle pastor. Draco decided to be straight to the point.
"You're right. I'm in love with the beautiful head girl of Gryffindor, and she loves me, too." Draco was watching the small Professor take in the words to what he was saying. The boy continued. "We agree that we want to be married by you. I'll tell you how we met and proposed, but please agree to marry us today."
Professor Flitwick's head shot up.
"Merlin! What happened to Susan? Have you forgotten her already? Teenage boys always go for the prettiest, not the best girl. Merlin, haven't you cried enough over Susan? Think of all those tears wasted on a girl that wasn't interested! I'm still hearing your whining about her in my mind. Your tears aren't even dry. And all that grief was for Susan? What a waste! So you've changed your mind overnight? Then don't complain about women being stupid and fickle!"
Draco could tell that the old Professor was getting angry. He couldn't blame him. Flitwick has heard more complaining by Draco and Blaise and Terrence combined. He tried to reason with this.
"You were mad at me for loving Susan!"
"I was concerned because you had a crush on her, it wasn't love."
"And you told me to forget love."
"Not to get rid of the old one and immediately start a new fling!" cried Flitwick, standing up on the chair.
"Please, don't scold me. Hermione and I love each other and are devoted to each other. Susan wasn't like that."
"Susan really knew that you just had a crush on her, not love, said Flitwick. He stopped for a few moment to consider what Draco was saying. He loved the head girl of Gryffindor. Maybe, with their marriage, it will put an end to the feud. "But come with me, young wanderer, to bring your houses together," he smiled. "I'll help you out in this."
Draco eyes lit up and jumped up.
"This great! I have to go, though! Thank you!!"
Draco ran towards the door, but tripped on his own feet and fell tot eh ground. Flitwick looked at him and shook his head.
"Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast," he muttered to himself. Talking to Draco, "Taking things slowly is always better, when you go fast, you are in for trouble."
The next morning, the sun shined as bright as usual. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had some new life into it.
Professor Flitwick stood on a stool to reach his table. Talking to himself, preparing things for that afternoon Charms class.
"As the sun rises, it brings light to the world, and night becomes day. The clouds grow light and darkness fades. Now, before dawn, while the dew is still wet, I have to go out and get my herbs from Professor Sprout."
The Professor continued to gather up things.
"Earth is both a grave and a womb; a mother and a tomb. She provides many useful things for us. Some are good for many things, but all are useful for something. Herbs, plants, and stones have great power. For everything that's bad on the earth, the earth provides some cure. But all those useful medicines can be abused; the good drug can be a curse; but then what's normally a poison can sometimes be helpful."
He held up a stone.
"Even though this stone is very small, it holds both medicine and poison. It looks good, but if you crumble it, it will kill you. In the stone, there is poison and medicine, just like there is love and hate in people. But when the bad one is stronger, soon enough it'll eat the stone or person up like a cancer."
There was suddenly a knock on the door. It was opened to reveal Draco Malfoy.
"Good morrow, Professor," said Draco, happily from across the room.
"Good morning! Why are you here so early? You must be ill to be up so early. Older men sleep without peace and wake early, but teenagers sleep late. Therefore, you must be sick to be up so early," Professor Flitwick laughed as Draco got closer to him. "Or maybe you haven't even been to bed at all tonight, huh?"
"Yeah, I didn't sleep at all. I had an even better rest."
"What? Were you with Susan?"
Like Snape, Professor Flitwick had grown very close to Draco this past term. He feels sorry for the Slytherin's, kinda. The Gryffindor's are just as bad as them now.
Draco made a face.
"With Susan? Professor, no. I've forgotten that name. It doesn't cause me anymore pain."
Professor Flitwick nodded and climbs down the stool that he was standing on. He stood up, looking up at Draco. Draco has a good 3 feet on the tiny Professor.
"That is good, child. But where were you?"
"I'll tell you before you ask again. I was feasting with the Gryffindor's, where I was wounded by someone; but I wounded that person in return. You can help us both. I don't hold it against you that you serve our enemies."
Professor Flitwick was no confused. Who was he talking about?
"Hold on, let me sit down," said the Professor, as he took a seat next to Draco. "You're not making any sense. If you don't make an honest confession, I can't give you honest forgiveness," he said. In Hogwarts, Professor Flitwick was like a muggle pastor. Draco decided to be straight to the point.
"You're right. I'm in love with the beautiful head girl of Gryffindor, and she loves me, too." Draco was watching the small Professor take in the words to what he was saying. The boy continued. "We agree that we want to be married by you. I'll tell you how we met and proposed, but please agree to marry us today."
Professor Flitwick's head shot up.
"Merlin! What happened to Susan? Have you forgotten her already? Teenage boys always go for the prettiest, not the best girl. Merlin, haven't you cried enough over Susan? Think of all those tears wasted on a girl that wasn't interested! I'm still hearing your whining about her in my mind. Your tears aren't even dry. And all that grief was for Susan? What a waste! So you've changed your mind overnight? Then don't complain about women being stupid and fickle!"
Draco could tell that the old Professor was getting angry. He couldn't blame him. Flitwick has heard more complaining by Draco and Blaise and Terrence combined. He tried to reason with this.
"You were mad at me for loving Susan!"
"I was concerned because you had a crush on her, it wasn't love."
"And you told me to forget love."
"Not to get rid of the old one and immediately start a new fling!" cried Flitwick, standing up on the chair.
"Please, don't scold me. Hermione and I love each other and are devoted to each other. Susan wasn't like that."
"Susan really knew that you just had a crush on her, not love, said Flitwick. He stopped for a few moment to consider what Draco was saying. He loved the head girl of Gryffindor. Maybe, with their marriage, it will put an end to the feud. "But come with me, young wanderer, to bring your houses together," he smiled. "I'll help you out in this."
Draco eyes lit up and jumped up.
"This great! I have to go, though! Thank you!!"
Draco ran towards the door, but tripped on his own feet and fell tot eh ground. Flitwick looked at him and shook his head.
"Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast," he muttered to himself. Talking to Draco, "Taking things slowly is always better, when you go fast, you are in for trouble."