Title: Flights of Fantasy
Author: Dark-Fox
Brief Summary: Sequel to "Complementary Colours", Hooch and Valerian continue their relationship. Set about 1 week after "Complementary Colours"
Pairing: Madam Hooch/Professor Valerian (Original Character)
Warning: If girl/girl relationships bother you, you probably won't like this story! If you choose to read on, I take no responsibility if you are offended and you have no right to flame me for it. I warned you…….oh, and there might be some spoilers since I've set this in the timescale of Chamber of Secrets. But then if you have only read the first Potter book, shame on you……..
Disclaimer: Not mine. It's dear J.K's world, I just frolic in its pretty meadows. Apart from Hazell Valerian and any of her family that might be mentioned, I don't own any of these lovely people. Any assumptions that I have made about their character, sexuality, appearance etc that is not in the books is purely conjecture. They did want to belong to me, they said I was much more fun. But Ms. Rowling offered them a higher salary and fruit teas, so they went to her instead.
Like its predecessor, this story is written in parts, from alternating points of view. One chapter Valerian, one chapter Hooch etc.
Just one more point – I know there's a big dispute about Madam Hooch's first name, sources indicate that it's either Xiomara or Rolanda. Since there's no official word from J K herself, I'll choose to use Xiomara 'cause I like it better. And because it's shortenable to Mara, which is a lovely name!
Oh, and huge love and hugs to everyone who reviewed "Complementary Colours", it really means a lot to me. ( Don't let me down on this one, there's the little blue box at the bottom of your screen…..
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1 Flights of Fantasy
Chapter the First – Excuses
Valerian's POV
It had been only seven days since they had first met, but Madam Hooch and Professor Valerian were already devoted to one another. It was still a secret of course, neither of them were sure what would happen if they got found out. Thankfully, Filch seems to have kept his mouth shut since the little "episode" he interrupted. Our story begins one warm September evening (in England?? I know it's far fetched, just bare with me…;-) ) about a week into the school term.
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I've been sitting here on the edge of my desk for what must be half an hour now, poring over dusty old textbooks that I managed to dig out of the library. Hogwarts doesn't have very much material on the subject of Illusions, so it's just as well I brought my own books and gave the students one on their book list – "Deceiving the Eye" by Jezebel Flax. It was the first book I read when I took up Illusion-casting, and makes an excellent introductory book for the students' first few terms.
My first lesson consisted of the simplest form of illusion – colour change. The first, second and third years were colouring flowers – safest, because they aren't likely to harm each other if they get it wrong; the fourth years and above had fun playing around with each other's hair colour – we only had one casualty – a Slytherin girl is up with Madam Pomphrey now, trying to remove the bright orange fur that sprouted over her face. As a consequence, those red-haired Gryffindor twins – can never remember their names – are supposed to be joining me for a detention. That was 20 minutes ago.
Just as I'm about to give up and leave the class room, the door bursts open and the boys enter in a whirlwind of freckles, breathless and with huge grins plastered on their faces. I'm about to scold them for their late arrival, telling them I may be new but I won't stand for nonsense, when one of them speaks up.
"We know we're late, Professor, we're sorry, it's just…." The other one jumps in to finish his sentence,
"We had Quidditch practice. Someone locked the changing rooms, and…."
"We were stood there for hours before Madam Hooch found the key, and then…"
"The showers were broken, so we had to wait while someone got them fixed, and…"
"To cut a long story short," – funny, it seemed quite long so far to me – "Madam Hooch told us to give you this note, it says why we're late." He dug into his robes and produced a piece of parchment, sealed magically on the back so that it would only open with the imprint of the ring I always wore on my right hand. I saw the twins eyeing it suspiciously.
"I don't know why she sealed it, Professor…." One of them says. I think I can guess why.
"Well…" I look at the clock, with my mind still on the letter, "…It's too late for your detentions now. I expect you're both tired, especially after such a hectic practice. Go on then, scarper. I'll let you off." I sigh, their faces light up with those cheeky grins again.
"Thanks Professor! We won't do it again…"
"No.." the other one mutters, "…we'll get the person we were aiming at next time…." And with that they scurry out of my classroom and disappear into the shadows of the hallway.
I file the textbooks back on the shelves at the back of the classroom, and place the vase of strangely coloured flowers - left over from this afternoon's lesson - on the window-ledge. At last, I retire to my office to open the note from Mara. As I press my ring into the blue wax seal, it glows white, before flying open to reveal my lover's curly handwriting winding its way down the page. I read….
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Ella darling,
Please excuse the Weasley twins for their lateness, I'm afraid we had a rather chaotic practice this evening. There was a big fuss with the changing room door, and Peeves had bunged up the hot water pipes with socks again.
It's all sorted now, so I won't be out on the Quidditch pitch all night! Leave your balcony doors open tonight. Don't ask, just trust me.
Yours with love,
Mara Hooch
xxxx
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I smile, and fold the letter up, tucking it into my robes. I wonder what she's got planned……..
A couple of hours later, I'm up in my rooms in the staff wing sorting out a letter I've received from my brother. He doesn't write to me very often, in fact he's quite jealous of my new job here so I wasn't expecting a note from him for ages. But he's written to congratulate me, so it's only polite that I reply. It isn't long after this that I find myself taking a quick shower and changing into my long white night-dress. Just before turning in, I remember to open the balcony doors, just as Mara advised me. It's a good thing I'm not tired tonight, I have a feeling that we might be going somewhere…..
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Well, there's the first chapter done. Please drop me a review to let me know what you think, it really brightens up my day! (
Author: Dark-Fox
Brief Summary: Sequel to "Complementary Colours", Hooch and Valerian continue their relationship. Set about 1 week after "Complementary Colours"
Pairing: Madam Hooch/Professor Valerian (Original Character)
Warning: If girl/girl relationships bother you, you probably won't like this story! If you choose to read on, I take no responsibility if you are offended and you have no right to flame me for it. I warned you…….oh, and there might be some spoilers since I've set this in the timescale of Chamber of Secrets. But then if you have only read the first Potter book, shame on you……..
Disclaimer: Not mine. It's dear J.K's world, I just frolic in its pretty meadows. Apart from Hazell Valerian and any of her family that might be mentioned, I don't own any of these lovely people. Any assumptions that I have made about their character, sexuality, appearance etc that is not in the books is purely conjecture. They did want to belong to me, they said I was much more fun. But Ms. Rowling offered them a higher salary and fruit teas, so they went to her instead.
Like its predecessor, this story is written in parts, from alternating points of view. One chapter Valerian, one chapter Hooch etc.
Just one more point – I know there's a big dispute about Madam Hooch's first name, sources indicate that it's either Xiomara or Rolanda. Since there's no official word from J K herself, I'll choose to use Xiomara 'cause I like it better. And because it's shortenable to Mara, which is a lovely name!
Oh, and huge love and hugs to everyone who reviewed "Complementary Colours", it really means a lot to me. ( Don't let me down on this one, there's the little blue box at the bottom of your screen…..
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1 Flights of Fantasy
Chapter the First – Excuses
Valerian's POV
It had been only seven days since they had first met, but Madam Hooch and Professor Valerian were already devoted to one another. It was still a secret of course, neither of them were sure what would happen if they got found out. Thankfully, Filch seems to have kept his mouth shut since the little "episode" he interrupted. Our story begins one warm September evening (in England?? I know it's far fetched, just bare with me…;-) ) about a week into the school term.
~*~*~*~*~
I've been sitting here on the edge of my desk for what must be half an hour now, poring over dusty old textbooks that I managed to dig out of the library. Hogwarts doesn't have very much material on the subject of Illusions, so it's just as well I brought my own books and gave the students one on their book list – "Deceiving the Eye" by Jezebel Flax. It was the first book I read when I took up Illusion-casting, and makes an excellent introductory book for the students' first few terms.
My first lesson consisted of the simplest form of illusion – colour change. The first, second and third years were colouring flowers – safest, because they aren't likely to harm each other if they get it wrong; the fourth years and above had fun playing around with each other's hair colour – we only had one casualty – a Slytherin girl is up with Madam Pomphrey now, trying to remove the bright orange fur that sprouted over her face. As a consequence, those red-haired Gryffindor twins – can never remember their names – are supposed to be joining me for a detention. That was 20 minutes ago.
Just as I'm about to give up and leave the class room, the door bursts open and the boys enter in a whirlwind of freckles, breathless and with huge grins plastered on their faces. I'm about to scold them for their late arrival, telling them I may be new but I won't stand for nonsense, when one of them speaks up.
"We know we're late, Professor, we're sorry, it's just…." The other one jumps in to finish his sentence,
"We had Quidditch practice. Someone locked the changing rooms, and…."
"We were stood there for hours before Madam Hooch found the key, and then…"
"The showers were broken, so we had to wait while someone got them fixed, and…"
"To cut a long story short," – funny, it seemed quite long so far to me – "Madam Hooch told us to give you this note, it says why we're late." He dug into his robes and produced a piece of parchment, sealed magically on the back so that it would only open with the imprint of the ring I always wore on my right hand. I saw the twins eyeing it suspiciously.
"I don't know why she sealed it, Professor…." One of them says. I think I can guess why.
"Well…" I look at the clock, with my mind still on the letter, "…It's too late for your detentions now. I expect you're both tired, especially after such a hectic practice. Go on then, scarper. I'll let you off." I sigh, their faces light up with those cheeky grins again.
"Thanks Professor! We won't do it again…"
"No.." the other one mutters, "…we'll get the person we were aiming at next time…." And with that they scurry out of my classroom and disappear into the shadows of the hallway.
I file the textbooks back on the shelves at the back of the classroom, and place the vase of strangely coloured flowers - left over from this afternoon's lesson - on the window-ledge. At last, I retire to my office to open the note from Mara. As I press my ring into the blue wax seal, it glows white, before flying open to reveal my lover's curly handwriting winding its way down the page. I read….
~*~
Ella darling,
Please excuse the Weasley twins for their lateness, I'm afraid we had a rather chaotic practice this evening. There was a big fuss with the changing room door, and Peeves had bunged up the hot water pipes with socks again.
It's all sorted now, so I won't be out on the Quidditch pitch all night! Leave your balcony doors open tonight. Don't ask, just trust me.
Yours with love,
Mara Hooch
xxxx
~*~
I smile, and fold the letter up, tucking it into my robes. I wonder what she's got planned……..
A couple of hours later, I'm up in my rooms in the staff wing sorting out a letter I've received from my brother. He doesn't write to me very often, in fact he's quite jealous of my new job here so I wasn't expecting a note from him for ages. But he's written to congratulate me, so it's only polite that I reply. It isn't long after this that I find myself taking a quick shower and changing into my long white night-dress. Just before turning in, I remember to open the balcony doors, just as Mara advised me. It's a good thing I'm not tired tonight, I have a feeling that we might be going somewhere…..
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Well, there's the first chapter done. Please drop me a review to let me know what you think, it really brightens up my day! (