Disclaimer: The usual. None of the characters are mine, their all JK
Rowling's, but I'm not using them for profit, so it's all ok. I've been
getting some strange reactions about my pairing, but oh well. I find it
easy to write about these two.
Fic starts here:
It was only Cho's first Quidditch practise for the year, but already she could feel the pain in her arm again. She'd have to sort that out after the game. Still, at least I'm here at all, she thought. She had nearly opted out of this session through a fear of being overpowered by memories of Cedric, but the looks on the faces of her teammates caused her to change her mind. Now, she was back to flying once again, getting used to her Comet 260 after abandoning it, along with thoughts of Cedric, during the summer.
"Cho!"
"What?"
"I'm letting the snitch out!"
"Alright!"
It may not be the best thing for her arm, but putting all her energy into catching the snitch was definitely helpful to Cho's mind.
*****
The shouts from the Quidditch pitch intermingled with the scratching of the quill on the parchment and caused the throb in Severus' head to become even more painful. He supposed he could make a potion to stop it, but since Dumbledore's request earlier that year, his mind had been elsewhere from his teaching and potions, which suffered terribly as a result. He put down his marking, stood up from the desk and massaged his aching temples. Although he hadn't returned to Them yet, his headaches were becoming uncomfortably similar to those he had experienced fifteen years ago. He hoped that history wouldn't repeat itself. He wasn't sure if he could survive it a second time.
*****
"Madame Pomfrey?"
"Cho?"
"It's my arm again"
The same sigh and half-raised-eyebrow look, as though nothing had changed from this time last year. She was never sure if Madame Pomfrey fully believed her when she said her arm ached like hell.
"Well, what's to be done, Cho?
"I don't know. It seems like I've tried everything, but it still gives me trouble."
"Torn ligaments are always difficult. Perhaps we could try a potion instead of a spell."
Madame Pomfrey walked over to a self that covered one of the walls and removed a thick yellow volume, which she flicked through.
"We could try this one. I think it could work, but it looks complicated. I'll fix up your arm as best as I can now, and if you come to me in two days, this potion will be ready. It says it can be a permanent cure if done properly."
"Thankyou." Well, whether Madame Pomfrey really believed her or not, she was helpful.
*****
Severus had never fully realised how time consuming being a potions master was until now, when he had his mind elsewhere. Perhaps that was why he had remained on the staff for all these years. Now, however, Hogwart's was just an inconvenience. He had to make a potion for some foolish student, no doubt attempting some death defying feat on a broomstick. He grabbed a handful of ground unicorn horns from his cabinet and slammed the door behind, which promptly smashed and sent glass flying in all directions. Swearing loudly, he examined a cut on his hand and removed a piece of glass from it. It didn't seem too bad. After all, he'd had worse.
"Reparo," he muttered. As he stuck the sleeve of his robes over the cut, he thought that perhaps making the potion would be a worthwhile task after all. At least it would take his mind off things.
*****
At least Quidditch took her mind off things. Cho sighed as she attempted to draw on her arithmancy chart with a sore hand. Was it really only a few months ago that she and Cedric had joked that you could read the charts upside down and it would make no difference? It was, though she couldn't believe it. She glanced at Maggie, curled up on her bed, oblivious to the troubles of the world. Cho reached out to stroke the black cat, but recoiled as she felt a fresh stab of pain. That potion could not be ready too soon.
Fic starts here:
It was only Cho's first Quidditch practise for the year, but already she could feel the pain in her arm again. She'd have to sort that out after the game. Still, at least I'm here at all, she thought. She had nearly opted out of this session through a fear of being overpowered by memories of Cedric, but the looks on the faces of her teammates caused her to change her mind. Now, she was back to flying once again, getting used to her Comet 260 after abandoning it, along with thoughts of Cedric, during the summer.
"Cho!"
"What?"
"I'm letting the snitch out!"
"Alright!"
It may not be the best thing for her arm, but putting all her energy into catching the snitch was definitely helpful to Cho's mind.
*****
The shouts from the Quidditch pitch intermingled with the scratching of the quill on the parchment and caused the throb in Severus' head to become even more painful. He supposed he could make a potion to stop it, but since Dumbledore's request earlier that year, his mind had been elsewhere from his teaching and potions, which suffered terribly as a result. He put down his marking, stood up from the desk and massaged his aching temples. Although he hadn't returned to Them yet, his headaches were becoming uncomfortably similar to those he had experienced fifteen years ago. He hoped that history wouldn't repeat itself. He wasn't sure if he could survive it a second time.
*****
"Madame Pomfrey?"
"Cho?"
"It's my arm again"
The same sigh and half-raised-eyebrow look, as though nothing had changed from this time last year. She was never sure if Madame Pomfrey fully believed her when she said her arm ached like hell.
"Well, what's to be done, Cho?
"I don't know. It seems like I've tried everything, but it still gives me trouble."
"Torn ligaments are always difficult. Perhaps we could try a potion instead of a spell."
Madame Pomfrey walked over to a self that covered one of the walls and removed a thick yellow volume, which she flicked through.
"We could try this one. I think it could work, but it looks complicated. I'll fix up your arm as best as I can now, and if you come to me in two days, this potion will be ready. It says it can be a permanent cure if done properly."
"Thankyou." Well, whether Madame Pomfrey really believed her or not, she was helpful.
*****
Severus had never fully realised how time consuming being a potions master was until now, when he had his mind elsewhere. Perhaps that was why he had remained on the staff for all these years. Now, however, Hogwart's was just an inconvenience. He had to make a potion for some foolish student, no doubt attempting some death defying feat on a broomstick. He grabbed a handful of ground unicorn horns from his cabinet and slammed the door behind, which promptly smashed and sent glass flying in all directions. Swearing loudly, he examined a cut on his hand and removed a piece of glass from it. It didn't seem too bad. After all, he'd had worse.
"Reparo," he muttered. As he stuck the sleeve of his robes over the cut, he thought that perhaps making the potion would be a worthwhile task after all. At least it would take his mind off things.
*****
At least Quidditch took her mind off things. Cho sighed as she attempted to draw on her arithmancy chart with a sore hand. Was it really only a few months ago that she and Cedric had joked that you could read the charts upside down and it would make no difference? It was, though she couldn't believe it. She glanced at Maggie, curled up on her bed, oblivious to the troubles of the world. Cho reached out to stroke the black cat, but recoiled as she felt a fresh stab of pain. That potion could not be ready too soon.