Neville Longbottom

Sat, 18 Aug 2007 02:37:50 GMT

Who: Neville & Hermione
When: Thursday, 9 August
Where: the Shack
What: checking in

(I ought to've checked in before now.)

Thursday, 9 August, at the Shack

Fri, 10 Aug 2007 00:40:59 GMT

*after looking around at the castle for her, apparates to the Shack* *calls out as he arrives* Hermione? Oh! *spots her sitting on the sofa; realises he has simply popped in and interrupted* There you are then. I'd hoped to find you. Er. *holds out the two tins he is carrying* Tea?

Mon, 30 Jul 2007 00:29:21 GMT

Who: Neville & Luna
When: Saturday night
Where: their cottage
What: Neville's in withdrawal

(Scream if you have to.)

Sat, 28 Jul 2007 13:04:53 GMT

Who: Neville & Marcus
When: Thursday, 26 July, right after Harry's speech
Where: the greenhouse at the castle
Why: time to pay the piper

(Because if you don't, then I'm going to march right back in that castle and tell your precious Potter that you're not fit to be in this fight.)

Saturday, 28 July

Thu, 26 Jul 2007 14:22:18 GMT

*pushes himself to sit up in bed, thirsty, desperate for a drink* *can't stop his hands shaking as he reaches for the glass, wondering this is going to stop, when the cravings will end* *wraps his fingers cautiously around the glass, lifting it, managing to drink several sips before his hand shakes too much and he has to set it down, sploshing lukewarm liquid onto the bed*

*the shivering starts in earnest then, and he stumbles to his feet before he's quite thought about it, looking for the flask which must still be hidden in this room* *all the reasons for it have fled, leaving behind only need and supreme exhaustion but he's still too terrified to sleep right now*

Thursday, 26 July, after the Order meeting

Thu, 12 Jul 2007 02:10:23 GMT

*stands near the door as Harry speaks, and as soon as the speech is done, pushes the door open and slips out before questions begin* *moves through the castle along a familiar pathway, a faint ache beginning behind his eyes* *pushes open the door to the greenhouse area, then through the next door into the backroom, where a cauldron of potion waits for him* *dips one finger in the sticky brilliant green and withdraws it, putting it in his mouth to feel the tingle on his tongue*

*grabs a flask and starts pouring, pausing in the middle for a quick gulp, before returning to careful pouring* *feels it coursing through him, and as he finishes pouring knows it isn't enough, not tonight, he can't sleep* *he leans back against the wall, eyes closed, and lifts the flask to his lips for another gulp*

Thu, 17 May 2007 01:29:45 GMT

Who: Neville & Angie
When: late night, Wednesday, 16 May
Where: HQ
Why: the next batch of speeeeed is done brewing

(You having any problems with people noticing something is.. off?)

Wednesday evening late, 16 May

Tue, 15 May 2007 13:48:18 GMT

*swirls the cauldron, making certain the potion is well mixed, still bemused by the odd streaks that never quite seem to become one simple green colour* *carefully tips it, pouring into the bottle Angie holds* *pulls back as soon as it fills, not wanting to spill a drop* *instinctively reaches out with one finger, setting cauldron down, to wipe the drip from the rim, and pops the finger in his mouth* *closes his eyes at the faint rush from the tiny drop* I've got enough for four bottles here. *gestures for her to stopper up the first, and take up a second* Should last us a bit.

Friday afternoon, 11 May [Solo RP]

Fri, 11 May 2007 16:01:50 GMT

*sits at his desk wrestling with the pile of paperwork Fawcett left* *glances up when another small stack lands on top of the ones already in his box* *snarls* Damnit, Fawcett, how the hell d'you expect me to get all that done on top of what I've already got?

*gestures at the near-empty box on Fawcett's desk* You could take a bit of it on yourself. *pauses, growling* No, I've not been obsessing over the goddamn plants. You know I need to figure that out or else we won't *stops mid-sentence, scowling when Fawcett interrupts him, the humor in his tone sending his temper soaring* *stands up* Leave it. *makes a face, hands clenching by his side* I'm not being a prick, and *hears someone else's comment off to one side and sees red* and you can bloody well leave my sex life out of it.

*steps forward, shoving at Fawcett's chest* *stops when the other man spreads his hands, looks surprised at the reaction* Joking? Fuck it, this isn't a joke. This paperwork? No joke. The crap you blokes lay on me for being a cadet? I'm working my arse off here and I'm getting fucking sick of every time I turn around more shite gets layered over me until I can't breathe.

*gives Fawcett a dark look at his attempts to placate him* Sure, right. When your inbox is as deep as mine go ahead and say it again. *eyebrows up* Work faster? You're fucking nuts, and I've had enough of this shite. I'm going for coffee.

*ignores Fawcett's yell as he shoves by him, ignores Cap calling out his name* *shoves his hands in his pockets and stalks out for someplace private for a quick sip of the potion, then heads out for coffee*

Fri, 04 May 2007 00:32:35 GMT

Who: Neville, Charlie, Fred
When: after work, Thursday, 3 May
Where: outside the Ministry

Charlie: *lets out a slow breath, easing back into the bench as he waits for his brother -- not sure if this was a good idea or not* *tucks his feet back a bit further against the bench as more people hurry by, on their way home -- surely the rush would be over soon? -- and just tries to watch the people going past, instead of react to them* *finally the rush seems to have passed -- lorries and taxies and busses having gathered up their passengers and whisked them away, leaving the side street he's waiting for Fred at relatively quiet* *begins to relax, digging into his pocket for a few crusts of dried bread -- kept there for the horses and dogs, but just as useful for feeding pigeons -- and beginning to crumble them, scattering the flecks of feed across the ground at his feet, watching the bull pigeons gather and begin to rumble and strut for the pretty little hens that were scarfing up his offering* *slowly begins to smile, just a little, as he watches the age old dance of spring taking place in front of him*

Neville: *rushes out of the Ministry, feet moving quickly because he just can't seem to do anything slowly these days* *Fawcett'd barked at him three times for rustling paper, so he'd tried not to, and instead had run out for coffee and brought it back for the whole bullpen* *now he needed to make sure he picked up takeaway before heading home -- a bit of a peace offering for Luna since he was late, again*

*walks past the man on the bench, then pauses and backtracks* *grins when he recognizes him* Hullo, Charlie. Hadn't thought to see you here.

Charlie: *head jerks up at the sound of his name, eyes wide and startled as he goes tense, then relaxes as he recognises the man who'd scattered his pigeons* *after a moment, almost shly* ....hullo. *looks down to where the pigeons were beginning to come back, pecking at the bread, strutting and cooing with authority* *half smiles, then looks up at Neville again* ...just feeding pigeons. ....waiting for Fred. *glances in the direction of the Ministry, then back at Neville, shy smile fading slightly* ...we're to have dinner. *looks up at Neville again, curiously* ...going home?

Neville: After I pick up some takeaway for Luna, yeah. I usually do the cooking, although, well, your Mum's trying to teach her to cook, but she gets distracted in what she's doing and forgets dinner anyway, so I don't mind do it. I even like it, most times, but tonight I'm late, so I thought I'd bring something home, as a bit of a peace offering. Been a long week.

Charlie: *blinks at him, weeding through the sudden influx of information*

Neville: *scrubs a hand through the hair at the nape of his neck* Er, something wrong?

Charlie: *finally pulls something out* ...my Mum is teaching you how to cook? *frowns, not sure that came out right*

Neville: *brow furrowing* *shifts his weight to his other foot, head cocked, considering him* Er, no. Your Mum's teaching Luna how to cook. Well, when Luna's not working or putting together her motorbike -- we had grease all over the bloody kitchen for a while. I can cook just fine, but well, it's late tonight, so I'm bringing home takeaway.

*pauses, then shifts topics* It's good to see you out, Charlie. How're the horses?

Charlie: *the frown fades as Neville clarifies, and becomes a small smile* ...oh. ....Mum's a good cook. *nods, then his head tips at the mention of the horses, his smile brightening slightly* ...they're good. *gesturing vaguely with one hand* ....Athena gets to have her first lesson soon; she's gotten big.

Neville: Well that's excellent news. Er, will you be giving her lessons, or is that something someone else will be doing? *shifts back to the other foot, then takes a step, shifting again* *shoves his hands deep into his pockets*

Charlie: *Neville's fidgeting is beginning to make him nervous, and he shifts his weight, shoulders hunching slightly, away from the other man* *glances around nervously, eyes looking for -- ...whatever it is that's making Neville so nervy* *voice lowering slightly, the hesitancy in his speech becoming more pronounced* .........no. *chances a look up at Neville, then looks at his feet, avoiding his eyes, his hands coming together in front of him, the fingers of one hand beginning to lightly test and stroke the leather binding the opposite wrist* ..........Jonas. .......Jonas' horses, he teaches them. *silent for a long moment, then, risking another glance up at Neville and seeing only kind curiosity there, even as the man shifts itchily again, he volunteers a bit more, reluctantly* .....sometimes.... I help. ............sometimes.

Neville: That's excellent. *working hard to stand still, when his feet just want to move again* Have you been doing some work for the Ministry as well?

Charlie: *nostrils flaring as he inhales, instinctively sorting through all of his senses to find whatever it is that has Neville so wrought up* ...........yes. *glancing up at Neville again, shoulders tense* ........paperwork. ....mostly.

Neville: I'd imagine having someone focused on paperwork could only be a help. Can't imagine how much more we'd get done if we had someone doing it for us. Course, Fawcett just makes sure I do more of it, but then, that's the lot of a junior officer. *stops and frowns, looking down at him* Something wrong?

Charlie: *flinches as the full force of Neville's itchy attention suddenly focuses on him, feeling the weight of that nervous regard like sandpaper on his skin* *shudders, once, in reaction, head going down, eyes averting as his shoulders come up defensively, going completely silent in the face of the unpredictable and unexplainable behaviour on the part of the man questioning him* *freezes abruptly as he finds he's backed himself all the way into the corner of the bench, his back pressed into the wrought iron of the arm and back of the bench*

Neville: *freezes, one hand coming up slowly to scrub at the nape of his neck as he regards the man before him* Er. Charlie? *soft and concerned*

Fred: *comes around the corner, a jaunty bounce to his step -- he's not late, early, in fact, for once, and the day is beautiful, lending cheer to his stride* *grins to see Neville and Charlie talking, and picks up his pace, just a bit -- but not hurrying, because, guess what?, he's not late, he's early!, and life is good* *cheerfully calls out a greeting, hands casually stuffed in his pockets as he strolls along* Oi! Nev! *nodding to Charlie, smiling cheerfully* Charlie!

Charlie: *head jerks up and his whole posture shifts, going from defense to relief* *a wealth of relief in his voice as he speaks, still not looking at Neville* ....Fred.

Fred: *hesitates a step, suddenly cueing into the tension as he comes up* *blinks at Charlie, then looks curiously at Neville* Nev? What's up? *settles his hip against the corner of the bench, unconsciously backing up his older brother -- who relaxes even more, responding to the support*

Neville: *looks over as Fred approaches, unconsciously shuffling a bit to the side, shifting his stance* Oh, er, hullo, Fred. *doesn't really want to say something's wrong since Charlie's right there but he supposes this must look just a bit odd as well and isn't it obvious anyway?* I, er, was on my way out to pick up some takeaway for Luna and I, since it's late for our dinner and all, and I was chatting a bit with Charlie. *drops the hand that was scratching his head and shoves it back into his pocket*

Fred: *gives him a bit of an odd look at the answer, but brushes it off* Oh, yeah? *head tipping* You should try Busitoni's in Diagon Alley. *suddenly grins* Bloody fantastic curry rice soup. *looks at Charlie, then back at Neville* What were you talking about?

Neville: I don't think I've tried there yet, but if you'll point me in the right direction, I'll walk over there and give it a go. As long as it's good food, it'll serve the purpose, especially as I don't have to cook it myself. Curry rice soup? *cocks his head, filing that away, shifting his stance again* *looks back to Fred when he realises he's been asked a question* Oh, er, work, the horses, and well, life, I suppose. Hadn't seen Charlie in a bit.

Charlie: *hesitates, then, softly* ....asking about work. *doesn't look at Neville, his eyes focussing instead on a small scatter of pigeons that were beginning to gather again, picking up crumbs just outside the range of any of the men's boots*

Fred: *looks down in surprise when Charlie speaks, then back at Neville, light dawning* Oh. *with a small mock scowl that's quickly followed by a grin* Asking? Nev, you know Charlie doesn't like to be questioned about his business. *eyes serious, hoping Neville gets the message, and understands, despite his attempts to keep it light and amusing* Very private bloke, our Charlie. *hesitates, then nods, shifting the subject easily* Busitoni's -- two doors past Knockturn from Gringotts, on the opposite side of the street. Big blue awning during the day. *grins, reiterating* Fantastic curry rice soup.

Neville: Oh, er *rocks back on his heels* yes, well, since you're here, and I'm well, late, sort of, I probably ought to head over there and get something and let you two be. I'll, er, see you around, Fred. *takes a step back, pauses* Good to see, you Charlie. Take care, yeah?

Charlie: *just nods, glancing at Neville up through his fringe, then looking away again*

Fred: *frowns at Charlie, then smiles at Neville* See you. *grins* Let me know what you think of that soup, yeah?

Neville: Sure, yeah, I will. *pulls one hand out of his pocket to give a wave goodbye as he turns and is gone, glad to be moving once again*

Fred: *waves in return*

Charlie: *watches until Neville is well out of earshot, uncurling from his defensive posture only slowly* *softly* ....he's nervous. *not taking his eyes off of Neville's retreating back* ....acts like...he's afraid of something. ...but he's not afraid. *suddenly stands, and retreats down the street -- despite their dinner plans of going to Diagon Alley, in the same general direction as Neville, he moves quickly in the opposite direction, a clear retreat from the other man*

Fred: *startled, hurries to catch up* Charlie? *glances over his shoulder at Neville, suddenly curious* What?

Charlie: *shakes his head, hunching his shoulders and turning the corner* ...let's eat at your place. ....I'll cook.

Sun, 29 Apr 2007 21:59:14 GMT

Who: Neville & Ron
When: Sunday evening, 29 April
Where: HQ
Why: they've got the munchies

(Oi, Ron, hungry? I'm starved, but I'm quite certain there's enough here for two of us.)

Sun, 29 Apr 2007 01:02:54 GMT

*pulls things out of the fridge and sends them over to the counter, wincing when they clatter a good bit more landing there than he meant for them to* *plates of leftovers, bread, spreads* *can't quite think what he wants to eat, so he just sends it all over -- he'll figure it out once he's got a plate*

*closes the door on a near-empty fridge and grabs a plate and silverware* *turning around to attack the difficult decision of just what he wants to eat when he spots Ron walking in* Oi, Ron, hungry? I'm starved, but I'm quite certain there's enough here for two of us.

Nev/Molly (Saturday, 28 April)

Sat, 28 Apr 2007 16:44:46 GMT

Who: Neville & Molly
When: Saturday, 28 April
Where: Cho & Bill's reception, Dragonfly Inn

(It seems your husband has stolen my wife away for the moment. Er, would you like to dance?)

Racing around (Nev/Angie, Wednesday, 25 April)

Thu, 26 Apr 2007 01:36:18 GMT

Who: Neville & Angie
When: very late, Wednesday, 25 April
Where: headquarters
Why: Neville wants to make a better potion

(At least, I don't think I've gone and poisoned myself, although I supposed we won't know for certain for an hour or so yet.)

Nev/Molly (Saturday, 24 April)

Tue, 24 Apr 2007 19:30:23 GMT

*watches as Luna and Arthur step out onto the dance floor* *makes his way across the room* Mrs. Weasley? *holds out one hand* It seems your husband has stolen my wife away for the moment. Er, would you like to dance?

Racing around (Nev/Angie, Wednesday, 25 April)

Sun, 22 Apr 2007 03:09:51 GMT

*had barely finished putting the small batch of potion into a vial when the urge to move overcame him* *didn't matter that he'd trained hard with the squad earlier that evening, barely felt the long bruise down his right side* *just needed to get moving right now*

*walking down the hallway turns to quicker steps, then running* *steps make a sort of pattern in his mind; thud thud thud thud, fast as his heartbeat slamming in his chest* *can see every detail of the castle as he passes through the halls, pulling it all in through vision that is almost too sharp*

*turns the corner and spots someone coming out of a sideroom* *pulls back, stumbling over his own feet and hard into the wall in order to stop himself before he runs her over* Angie! Er. Sorry, about that, you alright?

Brewing Things (Saturday, 21 April, very very late)

Sun, 22 Apr 2007 02:46:30 GMT

*puts the finishing touches on the charms, then scrubs a hand over his eyes* No. Damnit, no. *screws his face up, frowning deeply as he tries to force himself awake* Where the bloody hell did I leave *pats his pockets, seeking the vial that he seems to have left elsewhere* *remembers then, switching it into his robes pocket that morning, then choosing a different set to wear* Fuck.

*the room spins; he reaches out to steady himself with fingertips against the wall, taking in the stability* *mutters under his breath* Time to go home before I splinch myself along the way. Might yet be able to sleep.

*makes his way through the gardens back into his holding room* *all the cabinets have been carefully relabeled and triple-checked since his mistake with giving Ron ingredients a while past* *pauses on his way out and turns, going back in, into the drying room, and the back of that to the small potions station he'd set up* Let's see how you're doing.

*peers into the cauldron, the blend in it a thick dark green with luminescent swirls shot through it* *grins tiredly* Not slagged; that's a good sign. *touches the sides of the cauldron, feeling that it has finally cooled after three days of holding warmth from the original brewing* Perhaps this is it.

*reaches a cautious fingertip into the liquid, then draws it out, sniffing at it and wrinkling his nose* Oh, that's awful. *touches it to the tip of his tongue, unable to control the expression* Oh. *blinks, the world coming into sudden sharp relief for a moment, brighter than anything he's ever seen before, then fading in a swirl of exhaustion that nearly topples him* Ohhh. I think.

*looks down at the cauldron* *whispers, awed* I think that's nearly it. *scribbles notes on the paper sitting nearby, noting what he wants to change like a recipe, brewing for flavour without impacting the function* Right reaction, just need to make sure it tastes good enough to swallow a whole dose.

*takes another drop or two on his tongue, blinking at just how bright the world becomes* *but things are clear now, perfectly utterly wonderfully clear* *starts pulling together the proper ingredients and flavourings* *vanishes the existing contents save a small amount he siphons off into a vial and sets aside*

*no need for sleep just yet* *this time he'll get it right* *he's sure of it*

Nightmares (Nev/Luna, Sunday dark hours of the morning, 15 April)

Sun, 15 Apr 2007 15:13:21 GMT

Who: Neville & Luna
When: dark of the night, Sunday morning, 15 April
Where: their bedroom
Why: because Chad was right, it's not over, even when it's over

(and there they are, gutted, flayed, things done that oughtn't be done to one's Gran)

Nightmares (Nev/Luna, Sunday dark hours of the morning, 15 April)

Sat, 14 Apr 2007 19:10:09 GMT

*the stench hits first, in his nose, on his skin, and he knows he'll be scrubbing himself for days trying to wash it off* *doesn't want to look but he has to, has to push past Ron into the room into the small cottage* *and there they are, gutted, flayed, things done that oughtn't be done to one's Gran*

*hears a strangled gasp behind him; turns to see Ron staring at the wall* *blinks twice because that didn't happen won't happen can't happen* *comes up close behind Ron, both hands on his shoulder, shaking him* No! This didn't happen! It's over now, it's all over.

*eyes open, throat raw, and he knows he screamed out loud* *scrubbing a fist against his eyes, rolls over to touch Luna's shoulder, checking to see if he woke her*

Nev/Chad -- Waiting room (Thursday, 12 April)

Fri, 13 Apr 2007 02:24:35 GMT

Who: Neville & Chad
When: Thursday, 12 April
Where: St. Mungo's
Why: everyone's waiting

(Dean wouldn't. It's got to be something else.)

Nev/Chad -- Waiting room (Thursday, 12 April)

Thu, 12 Apr 2007 00:05:27 GMT

*stands in the waiting room at St. Mungo's, hands shoved deep into his pockets, shoulders shrugged* *looks around for anyone he recognizes who might be able to tell him something about anyone, since the nurse's station had been singularly unhelpful*

*turns slowly in place* *spots a familiar face, frowning for a long moment until he can figure out exactly why that face is familiar* Oh, er, Warrington.

Avoiding sleep (Sunday night, 8 April) [solo RP]

Mon, 09 Apr 2007 00:32:22 GMT

*there are seeds and fledgling plants littered across the planting table* *a small clump of seeds sits at the base of a mortar, the pestle resting on top* *he sits at the table, elbows down, forehead resting momentarily on his fists*

*the day had started off pleasantly, what with the two showers* *and dinner at the Weasleys had been pleasant enough -- always good to see people* *scrunches his eyes shut at that, clearing the sudden flush of mixed memories and nightmares, pressing the heels of his hands against his eye sockets as if that might chase them away* *focus on the plants, not on sleep, not on dreams, not on anything else*

*he'd felt the edges of sleep tickling at his eyes when they came home, odd images stealing into his sleep-fogged mind* *so he'd kissed Luna goodbye thoroughly and whispered how he loved her, then taken up the vial of pick-me-up potion and headed to Headquarters* *here he could lose himself in the planting, in the learning about these strange plants*

*the vial sits on the table mocking him* *there isn't enough left of it, and it's far too soon to owl Terry for more* *he hasn't tried brewing one in an age and he's half thinking maybe the regular one isn't strong enough anyway*

*pauses, fingers deep in the dirt around the tiny seedling* *muses* Perhaps. *looks at the mortar and pestle again* *brushes his hands off and takes up the pestle and starts resolutely grinding* *he'd intended just to grow the plants, just to see what they might be able to be used for* *but he might be able to do a substitution* *a better pick-me-up potion could only help*

Owl Post (to Ethan)

Fri, 06 Apr 2007 15:08:16 GMT

To: Ethan Summerby
From: Neville Longbottom, Longbottom Greenhouses

Healer Summerby,

I noted in your recent post on the journals that you have been working in Africa. I have begun working with some African plants of late, and was wondering if you might have some time to discuss African desert fauna. And most especially, the magical uses of such.

Sincerely,

Neville Longbottom

Tracey/Nev (Tuesday evening, 3 April)

Tue, 03 Apr 2007 17:45:43 GMT

Who: Neville & Tracey
When: Tuesday evening, 3 April
Where: Longbottom Greenhouses
Why: Tracey needs a plant that bites

(Anyway, I don't believe any of these are quite large enough or hungry enough to eat a whole cat.)

Tracey/Nev (Tuesday evening, 3 April)

Mon, 02 Apr 2007 14:39:33 GMT

*tosses his Hit Wizard robes on the back of the sofa on his way by* *leads Tracey through the living room and out the door into the greenhouses* I'm sorry I was almost late. Er, things ran late, and I looked up from the paperwork and realised I ought to be home. I suppose Luna must be out as well. At least it's not cold anymore, so I hope waiting outside wasn't too terrible?