NATURAL SELECTION
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 14
It was after supper when Sasporilla found her way back to the Hufflepuff common room. The warm nook was alive with Hufflepuffs who sat around laughing and joking, studying and practicing spells. Sasporilla stood back from her house mates watching and wishing she was part of it all.
Madame Sprout stood on an old wooden stool & spritzed her plants talking to them and laughing as she did so. "Oh my Ficus you are a saucy one."
"Professor Sprout?" Sasporillas small voice startled the teacher who teetered on her stool and almost loosing her balance.
"Yes girl?" Professor Sprout asked rather flustered as she stepped off the stool onto solid ground.
"Professor I don't feel as though I..." Sasporilla hung her head.
"Yes child?" Professor Sprout asked a little concerned.
"I don't feel as though I fit in." Sasporilla whispered.
"Oh." Professor Sprout smiled with mild relief. So many of the children had problems and secrets they confided in her. This one she was fully equipped to deal with. "Come with me Miss Bucket."
Professor Sprout lead her through the common room to her own private Quarters. A smallish one room apartment. Quaint and humble yet stuffed with years of accumulation and half over grown by plants. It smelled a bit like uncle Nicks place. Like old farts and stale cigars.
"Sit at the table miss Bucket." Professor Sprout smiled warmly. "I'll pour us a cupa."
A quick boil of the pot and Professor Sprout was back with a nice fresh pot of tea and a small plate of cookies. She poured out a cup for each of them, took a long sip and settled back into her chair.
"Now let's sort this all out," Professor Sprout smiled, "Shall we?"
Sasporilla sat there a bit dumfounded. People didn't normally show her this much attention when she raised a concern or shared a feeling.
"Ummm, well..." Sasporilla began a bit embarrassed.
"What were your friends back at home like?" Professor Sprout asked with a quizzical smile.
"Well..." Sasporilla thought for a moment. She really had no friends other than the animals she talked to. The rest of the town looked down on her and her parents. "There was a duck that told delightfully dirty jokes and a stray dog named..."
"Any human friends?" Professor Sprout smiled, "Magical or muggle?"
"No." Sasporilla sighed, ashamed of her inability to make friends.
"Well then," Professor Sprout said. "There's the answer."
Sasporilla looked at her Professor quizzically. "What?"
Professor Sprout took a big bite of cookie and sipped her tea. Sasporrilla could only sit there dumfounded. Gooseberry jumped up onto the table, grabbed a cookie, and ran up Sasporillas arm to sit on her shoulder.
"I don't have many witch or muggle friends either." Professor Sprout said. "Most of my friends are my plants you see?"
Sasporilla thought about the animals she'd met. The ones she liked and ones she looked forward to seeing every day. She looked at Gooseberry who smiled up at her. She loved this little monkey.
"I understand but..." Sasporilla began.
"But human friendship is something different?" Professor Sprout nodded.
"Yes but I don't seem to know how to connect with people." Sasporilla said ashamed.
"One day girl" Professor Sprout said finishing her tea. "A person will appear in your life and you may instantly connect with them. Or you might not be able to stand them and yet you will grow close with them through circumstance. You see, in all my years I learned that it's nice having friends, but all you really need is one good true friend."
It was after supper when Sasporilla found her way back to the Hufflepuff common room. The warm nook was alive with Hufflepuffs who sat around laughing and joking, studying and practicing spells. Sasporilla stood back from her house mates watching and wishing she was part of it all.
Madame Sprout stood on an old wooden stool & spritzed her plants talking to them and laughing as she did so. "Oh my Ficus you are a saucy one."
"Professor Sprout?" Sasporillas small voice startled the teacher who teetered on her stool and almost loosing her balance.
"Yes girl?" Professor Sprout asked rather flustered as she stepped off the stool onto solid ground.
"Professor I don't feel as though I..." Sasporilla hung her head.
"Yes child?" Professor Sprout asked a little concerned.
"I don't feel as though I fit in." Sasporilla whispered.
"Oh." Professor Sprout smiled with mild relief. So many of the children had problems and secrets they confided in her. This one she was fully equipped to deal with. "Come with me Miss Bucket."
Professor Sprout lead her through the common room to her own private Quarters. A smallish one room apartment. Quaint and humble yet stuffed with years of accumulation and half over grown by plants. It smelled a bit like uncle Nicks place. Like old farts and stale cigars.
"Sit at the table miss Bucket." Professor Sprout smiled warmly. "I'll pour us a cupa."
A quick boil of the pot and Professor Sprout was back with a nice fresh pot of tea and a small plate of cookies. She poured out a cup for each of them, took a long sip and settled back into her chair.
"Now let's sort this all out," Professor Sprout smiled, "Shall we?"
Sasporilla sat there a bit dumfounded. People didn't normally show her this much attention when she raised a concern or shared a feeling.
"Ummm, well..." Sasporilla began a bit embarrassed.
"What were your friends back at home like?" Professor Sprout asked with a quizzical smile.
"Well..." Sasporilla thought for a moment. She really had no friends other than the animals she talked to. The rest of the town looked down on her and her parents. "There was a duck that told delightfully dirty jokes and a stray dog named..."
"Any human friends?" Professor Sprout smiled, "Magical or muggle?"
"No." Sasporilla sighed, ashamed of her inability to make friends.
"Well then," Professor Sprout said. "There's the answer."
Sasporilla looked at her Professor quizzically. "What?"
Professor Sprout took a big bite of cookie and sipped her tea. Sasporrilla could only sit there dumfounded. Gooseberry jumped up onto the table, grabbed a cookie, and ran up Sasporillas arm to sit on her shoulder.
"I don't have many witch or muggle friends either." Professor Sprout said. "Most of my friends are my plants you see?"
Sasporilla thought about the animals she'd met. The ones she liked and ones she looked forward to seeing every day. She looked at Gooseberry who smiled up at her. She loved this little monkey.
"I understand but..." Sasporilla began.
"But human friendship is something different?" Professor Sprout nodded.
"Yes but I don't seem to know how to connect with people." Sasporilla said ashamed.
"One day girl" Professor Sprout said finishing her tea. "A person will appear in your life and you may instantly connect with them. Or you might not be able to stand them and yet you will grow close with them through circumstance. You see, in all my years I learned that it's nice having friends, but all you really need is one good true friend."
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I am in no way affiliated with Warner Bros. or with J.K.Rowling. My work is purely that of fan fiction & do not ask for, nor accept money, gifts or other compensation for my work. If you really feel you must do something, research which charities J.K.Rowling donates to, then donate to them as such.
I am in no way affiliated with Warner Bros. or with J.K.Rowling. My work is purely that of fan fiction & do not ask for, nor accept money, gifts or other compensation for my work. If you really feel you must do something, research which charities J.K.Rowling donates to, then donate to them as such.