Good job
It's the day after the Battle of Hogwarts and our tale begins with a compliment from Filius Flitwick.
Flitwick approached Sprout and said, "The mandrakes were a smashing idea, Pommy."
Sprout glanced down at him and smirked. "Told you they would be a hit, didn't I?"
Flitwick replied, "Sorry that I didn't believe they would work."
Sprout assured him, "It's alright, Filly. Nobody believed my mandrakes would work."
Flitwick sighed. "I bet Albus would have been on your side."
Sprout smiled. "I know that he was smiling down on us when Harry delivered the final blow to Voldemort yesterday."
Flitwick grinned. "He sure told him who's boss."
Sprout chuckled. "More like, he sure vaporized him into non-existence."
Flitwick agreed, "That he did, Pommy."
Sprout asked, "What was the real reason you approached me, Filly?"
Flitwick told her, "I wanted to tell you that you did a good job yesterday."
Sprout prompted him, "Nothing else?"
Flitwick admitted, "I love you."
Sprout gasped. "Wh-What did you just say?"
Flitwick responded, "I love you, Pommy."
Sprout beamed, "I thought you would never admit it."
Flitwick inquired, "You knew all this time?"
Sprout smiled. "I always knew."
Flitwick whispered, "Lean down."
Sprout leaned towards Flitwick and he pulled her into an awkward yet spectacular first kiss. Neither of them noticed that they were being watched by those nearby.