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alt_poppyPOPPY POMFREY resumes her duties as the Matron of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, treating the ailments and injuries of students. When she is not reversing hexes, applying salve to potions burns, calling a halt to rampant contagion, and administering dose after dose of Dry Dreams syrup or Himalayan HotWot, she enjoys time with colleagues, Halloween feasts in the Great Hall, summer rambles hither and yon, and keeping up with her friends near and far.
In the second summer of the Peace, she makes a trip to Europe and, in consultation with an historian friend who specialises in the battles and betrayals of the Grindelwald era, Poppy locates the likely burial place of her husband, Rafe. She'll never be entirely certain, but she feels better for having made the trip.
A highlight of her later years, is the opportunity to be the keynoter at a joint Magical-Scientific conference on adolescent health and healing. Sally-Anne submitted her name to the conference planners. Poppy addresses one of the mysteries of the adolescent mind, the entirely predictable predisposition of teens to make self-destructive choices even while possessed of all the evidence needed to choose wisely. She particularly looks at the accumulated evidence that possession of a wand magnifies the likelihood and severity of accidental injuries and death amongst the 11-17 year-old population. In this, she concludes, wizards are in no way different from or advantaged over the non-magical population.
Over the years, Poppy has brightened her small office with things given her by her friends and students. Most prized amongst these are several beautiful cut-paper snowflakes made her by Terry Longbottom; a number of cunning drawings given her by Colin Creevey (her favourite remains a coy rabbit, caught with a mouthful of tender grass shoots); and a pair of ridiculous red silk slippers that curve up to a point with bells on, which were a Christmas present from her much beloved and certainly ridiculous cousin, Caradoc Dearborn. Poppy is blessed in her friends, her long life, and her good memories.
In the second summer of the Peace, she makes a trip to Europe and, in consultation with an historian friend who specialises in the battles and betrayals of the Grindelwald era, Poppy locates the likely burial place of her husband, Rafe. She'll never be entirely certain, but she feels better for having made the trip.
A highlight of her later years, is the opportunity to be the keynoter at a joint Magical-Scientific conference on adolescent health and healing. Sally-Anne submitted her name to the conference planners. Poppy addresses one of the mysteries of the adolescent mind, the entirely predictable predisposition of teens to make self-destructive choices even while possessed of all the evidence needed to choose wisely. She particularly looks at the accumulated evidence that possession of a wand magnifies the likelihood and severity of accidental injuries and death amongst the 11-17 year-old population. In this, she concludes, wizards are in no way different from or advantaged over the non-magical population.
Over the years, Poppy has brightened her small office with things given her by her friends and students. Most prized amongst these are several beautiful cut-paper snowflakes made her by Terry Longbottom; a number of cunning drawings given her by Colin Creevey (her favourite remains a coy rabbit, caught with a mouthful of tender grass shoots); and a pair of ridiculous red silk slippers that curve up to a point with bells on, which were a Christmas present from her much beloved and certainly ridiculous cousin, Caradoc Dearborn. Poppy is blessed in her friends, her long life, and her good memories.