Title: Concerning Unpronounceable Spells
Summary: Professor Trelawney is in charge of Valentine's Day this year. What happens when she bewitches roses to lead you to your soul mate? (Slash)
Genre(s): Fluff, Slash, Romance
Books Referenced: Chamber of Secrets, Prisoner of Azkaban
Warning(s): Contains slash.
Disclaimer: Not mine. *points to JKR* Hers.
Disclaimer II: Flames will be used to cook my breakfast cos I just got up and I'm hungry. Comprendé?
~*~
-The next day, in the Great Hall, at lunchtime-
"The old bat's really gone mad this time!" exclaimed Ronald Weasley in a huff, sitting down next to Hermione Granger. "This is even worse than those singing trolls of Lockhart's from our second year!"
"Hey, I resent that," said Hermione, shooting Ron a Death Glare. Ron shrugged.
"Just because they let you send Valentines to Lockhart doesn't make them nice. If anything, that makes them worse!"
Hermione stuck her tongue out at Ron. "So who's doing what that's so bad?"
"Professor Trelawney's teaching us a special Valentine's charm to bewitch roses to lead us to our soul mate. Or something like that, she didn't really say much on it," explained their raven-haired friend, Harry Potter. "She'll be working with us on it sometime this week."
"Well, she'd better get on with it," said Hermione, turning to her plate. "Valentine's day is just tomorrow." And with an air of finality, she started eating, effectively ending the discussion.
***
-That afternoon, in the Divination classroom-
Harry drummed his fingernails on the small scarred table in front of him. The class had assembled in their usual chairs over fifteen minutes ago, and were now waiting for the arrival of their Professor. In the back of the room, the curtains started moving and the insectlike Professor appeared. She was carrying in her arms several dozen roses, and many more floated in the air, trailing after her. Harry and Ron stared.
"Good morning class," said Trelawney, sounding like her usual airy self. "Today we shall be working on the Tiyediflosa Motaleusamos charm."
"The whosey whatsey?" whispered Ron. Harry shrugged.
"This charm is one that will bewitch a certain flower, namely the rose, to lead you to your soul mate. However, out of these hundred roses, it is doubtful if even ten will succeed. This spell is listed in the Wizard's book of Spell Records as the least successful spell of all time, even done correctly. But, do not fear, as I am not grading you based on the success of your rose." (Several relieved sighs could be heard throughout the room.) "There is also a followup part to the spell, for when you get your rose, you must activate the spell by reciting a small phrase while plucking off the petals, one by one. You will be told more about this tomorrow."
Each of the students in the room recieved a rose and were told to start trying to bewitch it. Ron was not having much success.
"Tiyedyflo Motalusmus!" he said, whacking his rose then looking at it expectantly. It did nothing more than twitch and turn purple for a brief moment. "Tiyefleo Motelasamos?" Ron asked it. The rose rolled over.
"No, no," said Lavendar Brown, turning around. "It's Tee-ed-e-flo-sa, make sure you pronounce the flo part. And the other part, it goes 'moh-ta-lu-sa- mous', make sure the 'lu' is pronounced right. Like this," she said, clearing her throat. With a flourish of her wand, she pronounced carefully: "Tiyediflosa Motaleusamos!" A very small pink ball of light drifted from the end of Lavendar's wand to the very centre of her rose. The whole rose took on the pink hue for a moment, then it faded and the rose looked perfectly normal. Turning around importantly, Lavendar proceeded to continue her conversation with Parvati Patil.
Ron looked dubiously at the rose, then starting trying to cast again. "Teeiflos Mootaloo!" The rose rolled over. "Tieaflow Maloostia!" The rose sat there, looking very sad indeed. Ron hit it with his wand. "Teyihioh Meloosia!" he said impatiently, hitting it again.
"Ahh, I can't even pronounce the thing, let alone cast it!" he said, throwing his wand down on the table, making it bounce off his rose. "Tiyewhosa Motathingy, honestly. I wouldn't be surprised if it were in the Wizard's book of Spell Records for most unpronounceable spell, too!"
"Actually," cut in Lavendar Brown, turning around again, "the record for most unpronounceable spell is the Capeechamouladarioumounastamous spell. It's a flying spell, you know."
"No, I didn't," said Ron sarcastically. "Why don't you just go back to your own rose now and let me alone? Nobody asked you!"
As the class period was almost over, Ron had finally succeeded in doing the spell. However, he had hit his rose with his wand so many times that it was looking quite sorry indeed.
"Maybe you should get another rose," suggested Lavendar, who had turned around yet again, her perfect rose in hand. "Maybe you could do it without killing it this time."
"They're already dead," Harry pointed out. "It's not like he did it much damage, casting on it. He just bruised it. Give Ron a break, why don't you? Not everyone is good in Divination like you are." This wasn't said meanly, just a bit sharply so that Lavendar turned back around with a huff.
"Thank goodness Valentine's day is tomorrow. No more casting the Tiythingy Motagummy spell again," said Ron as they walked to the Great Hall for lunch. Hermione was waiting for them.
"Well? What'd she say about it?" she asked eagerly.
"Since when have you had an interest in Divination?" asked Harry, surprised.
"Well....I just think the idea of a soul mate rose is interesting," said Hermione, turning red. "Kind of suspenseful, wondering if....ah, nothing," she said, turning back to her plate.
"Wondering if what?" asked Ron, grinning.
"Just wondering if it'll lead you to who you think or hope it will. That's all," Hermione replied, shrugging.
"Who d'you think it'll lead you to, then?" asked Harry, sitting down beside Hermione. She reddened further at the question.
"Nobody."
"Ahh, come off it! Why else would you be sitting here all red like that?" Ron said, leaning toward Hermione. "You know there's someone you want it to go to!"
"Nobody!"
"Ron, I don't think she's gonna tell us. We'll just have to wait and see," Harry said.
"If it doesn't take you to who you thought it would, will you tell us?" asked Ron.
"No!" said Hermione, stuffing her mouth full. Harry and Ron shared a look, shrugged, and started eating.
~*~
TBC
Summary: Professor Trelawney is in charge of Valentine's Day this year. What happens when she bewitches roses to lead you to your soul mate? (Slash)
Genre(s): Fluff, Slash, Romance
Books Referenced: Chamber of Secrets, Prisoner of Azkaban
Warning(s): Contains slash.
Disclaimer: Not mine. *points to JKR* Hers.
Disclaimer II: Flames will be used to cook my breakfast cos I just got up and I'm hungry. Comprendé?
~*~
-The next day, in the Great Hall, at lunchtime-
"The old bat's really gone mad this time!" exclaimed Ronald Weasley in a huff, sitting down next to Hermione Granger. "This is even worse than those singing trolls of Lockhart's from our second year!"
"Hey, I resent that," said Hermione, shooting Ron a Death Glare. Ron shrugged.
"Just because they let you send Valentines to Lockhart doesn't make them nice. If anything, that makes them worse!"
Hermione stuck her tongue out at Ron. "So who's doing what that's so bad?"
"Professor Trelawney's teaching us a special Valentine's charm to bewitch roses to lead us to our soul mate. Or something like that, she didn't really say much on it," explained their raven-haired friend, Harry Potter. "She'll be working with us on it sometime this week."
"Well, she'd better get on with it," said Hermione, turning to her plate. "Valentine's day is just tomorrow." And with an air of finality, she started eating, effectively ending the discussion.
***
-That afternoon, in the Divination classroom-
Harry drummed his fingernails on the small scarred table in front of him. The class had assembled in their usual chairs over fifteen minutes ago, and were now waiting for the arrival of their Professor. In the back of the room, the curtains started moving and the insectlike Professor appeared. She was carrying in her arms several dozen roses, and many more floated in the air, trailing after her. Harry and Ron stared.
"Good morning class," said Trelawney, sounding like her usual airy self. "Today we shall be working on the Tiyediflosa Motaleusamos charm."
"The whosey whatsey?" whispered Ron. Harry shrugged.
"This charm is one that will bewitch a certain flower, namely the rose, to lead you to your soul mate. However, out of these hundred roses, it is doubtful if even ten will succeed. This spell is listed in the Wizard's book of Spell Records as the least successful spell of all time, even done correctly. But, do not fear, as I am not grading you based on the success of your rose." (Several relieved sighs could be heard throughout the room.) "There is also a followup part to the spell, for when you get your rose, you must activate the spell by reciting a small phrase while plucking off the petals, one by one. You will be told more about this tomorrow."
Each of the students in the room recieved a rose and were told to start trying to bewitch it. Ron was not having much success.
"Tiyedyflo Motalusmus!" he said, whacking his rose then looking at it expectantly. It did nothing more than twitch and turn purple for a brief moment. "Tiyefleo Motelasamos?" Ron asked it. The rose rolled over.
"No, no," said Lavendar Brown, turning around. "It's Tee-ed-e-flo-sa, make sure you pronounce the flo part. And the other part, it goes 'moh-ta-lu-sa- mous', make sure the 'lu' is pronounced right. Like this," she said, clearing her throat. With a flourish of her wand, she pronounced carefully: "Tiyediflosa Motaleusamos!" A very small pink ball of light drifted from the end of Lavendar's wand to the very centre of her rose. The whole rose took on the pink hue for a moment, then it faded and the rose looked perfectly normal. Turning around importantly, Lavendar proceeded to continue her conversation with Parvati Patil.
Ron looked dubiously at the rose, then starting trying to cast again. "Teeiflos Mootaloo!" The rose rolled over. "Tieaflow Maloostia!" The rose sat there, looking very sad indeed. Ron hit it with his wand. "Teyihioh Meloosia!" he said impatiently, hitting it again.
"Ahh, I can't even pronounce the thing, let alone cast it!" he said, throwing his wand down on the table, making it bounce off his rose. "Tiyewhosa Motathingy, honestly. I wouldn't be surprised if it were in the Wizard's book of Spell Records for most unpronounceable spell, too!"
"Actually," cut in Lavendar Brown, turning around again, "the record for most unpronounceable spell is the Capeechamouladarioumounastamous spell. It's a flying spell, you know."
"No, I didn't," said Ron sarcastically. "Why don't you just go back to your own rose now and let me alone? Nobody asked you!"
As the class period was almost over, Ron had finally succeeded in doing the spell. However, he had hit his rose with his wand so many times that it was looking quite sorry indeed.
"Maybe you should get another rose," suggested Lavendar, who had turned around yet again, her perfect rose in hand. "Maybe you could do it without killing it this time."
"They're already dead," Harry pointed out. "It's not like he did it much damage, casting on it. He just bruised it. Give Ron a break, why don't you? Not everyone is good in Divination like you are." This wasn't said meanly, just a bit sharply so that Lavendar turned back around with a huff.
"Thank goodness Valentine's day is tomorrow. No more casting the Tiythingy Motagummy spell again," said Ron as they walked to the Great Hall for lunch. Hermione was waiting for them.
"Well? What'd she say about it?" she asked eagerly.
"Since when have you had an interest in Divination?" asked Harry, surprised.
"Well....I just think the idea of a soul mate rose is interesting," said Hermione, turning red. "Kind of suspenseful, wondering if....ah, nothing," she said, turning back to her plate.
"Wondering if what?" asked Ron, grinning.
"Just wondering if it'll lead you to who you think or hope it will. That's all," Hermione replied, shrugging.
"Who d'you think it'll lead you to, then?" asked Harry, sitting down beside Hermione. She reddened further at the question.
"Nobody."
"Ahh, come off it! Why else would you be sitting here all red like that?" Ron said, leaning toward Hermione. "You know there's someone you want it to go to!"
"Nobody!"
"Ron, I don't think she's gonna tell us. We'll just have to wait and see," Harry said.
"If it doesn't take you to who you thought it would, will you tell us?" asked Ron.
"No!" said Hermione, stuffing her mouth full. Harry and Ron shared a look, shrugged, and started eating.
~*~
TBC
