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Professor Neville Longbottom || Herbology
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loony-luna-longbottom:
“You’ve told me actually, but I never get tired of hearing it.” Luna smiled in contentment. She grinned when he bent the fork and took it from his hands, bringing it up to her face in close examination.
“This is perfect.” She breathed, slightly cross-eyed, “It’s ruined for eating, of course, but it has so many uses.” She blinked at her husband, “Do you think Draco would mind if a few bent forks disappeared from his collection?”
He smiled at her, gently, leaning over and pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Then I’ll never stop saying it.”
Pleased at his work and her response, he grinned widely. “Well. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” he said, taking the other fork in his hand. He glanced around them, and once he was certain no one was near, he placed it in her purse. “What are you thinking we could use them for?”
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weasleyisstillourking:
“Malfoy would have a heart attack and it would be hilarious.”
“Merlin, a grandfather! Don’t even speak those words around me. I feel old enough as it is. How is the little tyke?”
“Or we would all die under his wrath. Who knows?” He teased.
He smiled. “Ah, Iris is well. I think your sister might have her right now, actually. I’m not sure, but she’s here somewhere,” he said, looking around the room. He shrugged. “It’s fun, though. You basically get all the love without the responsibility.”
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friendswithxthewrongsort:
“Aren’t we a little old to playing the blame game?”
Draco shook his head and took a sip of his champagne. “I’m sure Potter will love to hear his supposed best friend just threw him under the bus, by the way.”
“Well, I wasn’t aware there was an age limit to the blame game,” he shrugged, biting his lip to hide a smirk.
He waved his hand. “Eh. He’ll be fine. I’ll just tell him how he’s the chosen one to take the fall for me, and he suddenly won’t care anymore.”
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loony-luna-longbottom:
“The fork is an improvement and the glass can be fixed. Here…” Luna tapped her wand swiftly on the table, silently fixing the broken glass. She smiled, “And Malfoy will never know.”
“Have I told you how much I love you? Because I love you,” he said, letting out a breath of relief. Even after all the years, Draco still managed to instill some fear in him, at least slightly.
He smirked and reached over, picking up her fork as well. “Well, if you’re so certain it’s an improvement,” he shrugged, using both of his hands to bend hers. “And now he has a nice set.”
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friendswithxthewrongsort:
“No need to tell Malfoy. Malfoy saw.”
“Oh. Heeeeyyyyy, mate,” he said with a smile.
He tried to save himself, thinking of the first excuse he could. “Uh. Harry did it.”
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“I just broke my glass and accidentally bent my fork,” he said, his eyes wide.
He shook his head, muttering, “Don’t tell Malfoy.”
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weasleyisstillourking:
“Oh, mate, I’m so not ready. All of us in the same building, we better hope it doesn’t come down on us.”
He glanced up at the ceiling and laughed. “Can you imagine Malfoy’s horror if the manor caved in? He’d find a way to blame one of us, I’m sure,” he said, shaking his head.
“At least you’re not a grandfather yet,” he smirked with a shrug. “The day Iris was born was the day I finally realized how old I actually am. Terrifying.”
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weasleyisstillourking:
“Well isn’t this just a regular class reunion?”
“Class reunion?” He wrinkled his nose. “The thought almost makes me shudder, to be honest. We’re old.”
He picked up his glass and took a big sip of whatever alcoholic beverage was in it. He didn’t know. “Best be prepared, then,” he teased.
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Harry: and then she was gone?
Harry: what the hell did she do? just poof?
Harry: how big is the fish nev? because she can only alter her appearance to mimic the fish. she can't actually turn herself into a fish, that's two different things.
Harry: i think?
Harry: okay, i don't know. just don't touch anything, don't move. just sit and breath, don't pass out again. i'm coming.
Neville: I DON'T KNOW
Neville: okay. okay, i'm okay.
Neville: no. no i am not
Neville: i am not okay
Neville: my daughter is going to kill me
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Harry: i mean my wife does it all the time.
Harry: okay. i'm actually about eighty percent she's not a hairy fish, but i'm on my way.
Harry: just lock the doors yeah? and sit quietly somewhere.
Harry: do some breathing exercises.
Harry: we'll get through this. promise.
Neville: she was looking at it for the longest time
Neville: and then she was gone
Neville: and now there are TWO FISH
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Harry: okay
Harry: are you drunk?
Neville: of course I'm not drunk, you dolt
Neville: i'm babysitting our granddaughter. that would be grossly irresponsible and
Neville: ohhhhh noooooo
Neville: SHE'S A
Neville: HARRY
Neville: FISH
Neville: sorry those sent out of order
Neville: SHE'S A FISH, HARRY
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Harry: are you telling me or asking me
Neville: no
Neville: what?
Neville: uh. both?
Neville: i think she might have...changed...?
Neville: but i don't know what she changed into...
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Harry: ?
Neville: i just
Neville: i lost iris?
Neville: she was here, and now she's not here?
Neville: i am so confused
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Neville: harry
Neville: HARRY
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orion-longbottom:
Orion pouted slightly, “I’m not overdoing it.” He moved to allow the pillow to slip behind his back. “Okay, that feels much better actually.”
He crossed his arms over his chest and nodded towards the pile of books. “Oh yeah, I am catching up. Just finished an essay for Teddy, er, Professor Lupin-Potter.” He scratched his head and chuckled, “I’ll never get used to that, honestly.” He blinked at his dad, “How is mum by the way?”
“Yeah, see? Father does know best. You’re just lucky you haven’t called me dad in front of the class yet,” he teased.
“Oh, you know her. She’s worried, but it comes out in odd ways. Yesterday she spent two hours poking at the fire, insisting it wasn’t hot enough,” Neville said, scratching the back of his head. “It’s funny. Usually, I’m the one who worries, but when it comes to something threatening one of you kids, she gets...well, you know how she gets.”
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olivier-burbage:
“Not from Hogwarts, Darling. A promotion from the other job. The Prophet.” She grinned, “No need to worry yourself.”
She tapped her finger nails on his desk, “It’s about the quidditch game. I wanted to know how you are doing. I can’t imagine how distraught you were that day, and even now. As a new staff member and assistant to the temporary Headmistress, I want to assure you that we are going to change things around here.”
“Hm. Somehow I figured the questions would be about the game,” he said, picking up his pen and twirling it. Unlike his younger self, he at least knew how to fake confidence and comfort now. “Well, how would you feel to see your son slammed by a bludger and then falling an unsurvivable amount of distance to the ground?” He questioned.
“Helpless,” he shrugged. “I felt helpless, and then worried beyond belief. Now, I just feel relieved he’s okay.”
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orion-longbottom:
Orion wrote the last line of notes for Defense Against the Dark Arts and closed his notebook. He reached across and set the book on the table, admiring how he was able to sit up and lean already. He blinked up in surprise and smiled at his dad walking in.
He rolled his eyes playfully at the nickname, a bit relieved Cassie and Dylan were both not present. “Hey dad.” He said, “Feeling much better, actually. Look at this, I’m sitting!”
Neville laughed. “Brilliant! Just don’t overdo it, alright? Don’t want to hurt yourself,” he said, grabbing an extra pillow from one of the empty beds and putting it behind his son. “There. That should help, eh?”
He pulled a chair over beside Orion’s bed and sat beside him. “Your mum wanted me to come in and check on you, not that I wouldn’t have done it myself in any case,” he smirked, folding his hands in front of him. “Are you managing to keep up your homework in here?”
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