Just a little while ago I saw "Bedknobs and Broomstick" for the first time; and I completely fell in love with the movie, Angela, and all the wonderful characters! Old Disney movies are the best! I don't think I'll ever get over these innocent, lovely romance stories that Disney has provided us with... Ahem!...MaryPoppins&Bert...Ahem!...Eglantine&Emelius...Ahem!
I absolutely adore the movie, but I just can't believe Miss Price would never use magic again after her notes were destroyed. (Besides the traveling spell, of course.) She was the perfect, most adorable apprentice witch in the world! So let's just pretend that the Germans' bomb failed to be activated. Let's try anyway. And then we might find this little new storyline of mine logical. And besides! In the "Don't let me down" song, Miss Price clearly sings, "I have always had a bit of a nack for witchcraft. Common spells and simple charms came naturally."
Ever since Emelius was first turned into a rabbit, I thought I could use that. And when he later jumped into Eglantine's lap, my fragile little heart just couldn't bear this sweetness any more! So this story happened.
I hope you enjoy, and please leave me a review if you do! :)
"I told you I could do that spell, too!" Emelius Browne laughed, hanging up his apron and looking down at the fluffy white rabbit on the floor. It looked extremely angry as it hopped around the floor for a moment or two, and then came to a stop to stare up at the man. Its ear twitched. "Oh, come on now! I warned you."
The staring contest—on the man's part amused, but on the rabbit's furious—continued for about half a minute, until a few orange sparks appeared and shimmered around the rabbit. It started to grow quickly, its long ears growing smaller and the fluffy white fur turning into a lovely lavernder cardigan and a rose house dress. The woman that now stood before Emelius Browne to him was the most beautiful, the most wonderful person in the whole wide world. Of course, she did look prettier when she was not frowning at him. In her big blue eyes Emelius could see a mixture of disappointment, annoyance and resentment. He immediately concealed his smile.
"That was disgraceful of you!" Eglantine huffed, furrowing her brow even further. "And totally uncalled for." She proceeded to brush off some dust from her clothes, still glaring at the man in front of her. Emelius was, in fact, attempting to give her an apologetic and at the same time amusing smile. He so loved making people happy. But Eglantine Browne was not about to change her mind so quickly.
"I ought to teach you a lesson," she threatened the man, searching her pockets with her hands. "I'll just need to get my notebook." As she moved to swiftly pass him, Emelius reached out and gently took Eglantine by the waist, thereby trapping the woman in his arms. He pulled his wife closer to himself, although her hands had already made their way to his chest in order to push him away. "Stop that, Emelius! I really am so very angry with you," Eglantine protested weakly as Emelius caressed her back with his hands, sending an already familiar excited shiver up her spine.
"Oh no, you're not," Emelius smiled and placed a tender, little kiss on the tip of her nose. "Not really."
Eglantine felt herself melt at his ever so loving touch and at hearing his warm, kind voice. She sighed with delight and offered her husband a small smile in return. "No, you're right," she said quietly, wrapping her arms around Emelius's shoulders. "I can never really be angry with you. You're just too good."