Who: Neville, with mentions of Frank and Alice Longbottom What: Neville gets comfort from telling his parents things, even if they don't fully understand the weight of the information he has given them. When: Saturday Evening Where: St. Mungo's Warnings: None Status: In progress, being updated as Neville speaks to me.
Neville had hardly left the hospital since the battle occurred, not wanting to be far from Hannah's side. He only drifted away when it was absolutely necessary. He had left to speak with Herb at the Leaky, having decided that he was the best to put in charge during his and Hannah's absence. He trusted Herb and knew the man was going to keep things running smoothly until they returned. He told the man that he was able to be reached at any time through the journals and if he needed him, he'd come straight back to the Leaky to help. He was trying not to think about how badly this was going to hurt their profits, as it wasn't important in the grand scheme of things. He'd rather be by Hannah's side then at the Leaky to save on payroll. It wasn't like they weren't already in the hole. It was a matter he had thought on a lot, even when he tried not to. He wasn't sure what they were going to do. For now though, it was one of his most minimal worries.
Hannah was what mattered. Hannah and their son. He had slipped from her side when she fell to sleep, moving through the corridors, til he found himself at the permanent residents section. He hadn't seen his Mum or Dad since before the battle. He had spent nearly all of his time in the ruddy hospital, but he hadn't made his way up to see them. He wondered to hismelf if they had noticed his absence. He made it a point to reguarly visit them, usually once every two weeks these days. He liked to think they noticed. But then part of him hoped they hadn't. He didn't want to disappoint them and his absence perhaps would do just that.