On the move

A HariPo drabble

by mew-tsubaki

Note: The Harry Potter characters belong to J.K. Rowling, not me. This pairing was discovered by me, so please gimme a little mention if you write them! Thanks! It is one of many of Mew and Mor's Weird Pairings, most of which you may find in the M&MWP forum. Check out and join the forum FUN! This fic is a Christmas present for my good pal, SkyeElf. She adores some of my oddest ideas & pairings… -w- For everyone else: read, review, and enjoy! *Note: The prompts of lights and climbing came from xXKissingSinXx's "100 Prompts" challenge in the HPFC; it's one of my fav chals since it's so helpful! :]


Back in the old days, the Fat Lady liked traveling more. Of course, back in those days, Hogwarts students actually dressed in robes and wore them properly and boys were called "gents" and girls were called "ladies." Back in those days, things had been much different.

Take, for instance, the faculty of the school. There was a handsome middle-aged man by the name of Cuthbert Binns teaching History of Magic. The Fat Lady hated hearing students complaining about him, but she knew they didn't understand his character.

"Back again, my good lady?" Binns teased when she entered her portrait outside the door to his office.

"Good afternoon, professor," she said. She couldn't help tittering at the sight of his smile. She quite loved it so.

His black eyes were so warm and kind. "'Tis a good day outside. Have you seen the weather today?"

"Yes, I have, in a friend's portrait opposite a window. That sun is lively and bright…" Her voice faltered, and she was overwhelmed with the desire to escape her two-dimensional boundary. "I…I do wish I could see the lights of the sun and stars and moon again."

"You can."

"Yes, but not as you can," the Fat Lady replied. She frowned and looked at his face, memorizing every detail. It was the least she could do, because she tried to memorize this face every day; her mind didn't have the capacity for much anymore since becoming nothing but a painting.

But Binns didn't treat her like a painting. He spoke with her and humored her as though she was alive again and standing before him, so close…and yet so far away.

"You must forgive my musings," the image finally said. "I am afraid that whilst I can no longer recall some of my favorite things, I can just as ever become easily entwined in thought."

"No apology required," the wizard said. "But do forgive me—I shan't be able to have a chat over tea yet as I must pay a visit to a colleague up several floors."

"Oh. Then…may I join you?"

Binns was smiling gently again, and the Fat Lady liked to think that that smile was meant only for her. "By all means." And so he climbed the stairs, his admirer gliding from frame to frame to keep up with him. Every time she slowed…he paused, so she could catch up. And even when she switched places with Sir Cadogan to guard the Gryffindor territory, he would still wait until she could join him again.


Ooh, this has actually given me another idea for them, set in the time he was alive… YAY, PLOT BUNNIES! 8D Anywho, I think it'd be cool if we knew what Lady had been like before becoming a portrait… Ooh, that might now be another idea… XD

This one's for you, Skye-fye. Have a very Happy Christmas, luv. :}

For everyone else—review, thanks, and Happy Christmas!

-mew-tsubaki :D