Poppy Pomfrey by Ms Tree

Poppy Pomfrey by MsTree

Five years! It’s been five years since that awful day. The Great Hall looks so festive now with Hagrid’s trees still up and green. It smells like a forest in here now. Certainly not like it smelt then.

I thank a house-elf who brings me a glass of champagne and a plate of crudités and ask it for a table for the plate. Too much alcohol will dry a body out without something to counteract it. I suppose I shall have to remind those Weasley boys once again to remember to eat something with their drinks.

There’s Severus. My, he’s looking so much healthier since he hasn’t been looking over his shoulder all the time for someone trying to hex him. Of course, the dear boy doesn’t have the depth of voice he once had due to that dreadful snake, but it’s still got that certain something. I watch the older students sometimes when he’s talking to them, and the girls still get shivers (some of the boys as well).

Ms Granger is looking well, although tonight she seems annoyed about something. Must be young Mr Weasley’s lascivious display. He’s dancing with that other girl—what is her name? Ah, yes, Ms Brown. I seem to recall a few dust ups during their school days concerning her.

I suppose I should go rescue Minerva. She looks cornered by Dumbledore. Even dead, the man cannot stop meddling. If I were her… but I’m not, so I’ll control my temper as best I can. After all, he is just a portrait now and can’t do too much harm. I’ll have to remind her of that later. Oh, good. Kingsley’s going to rescue her. I’ll tip him my glass in thanks.

It’s so good to see how many people showed up this evening. Of course, I’ll probably be busy tomorrow handing out hangover remedies, but everyone needs to relax once in a while. Even busy mediwitches like myself.