Neville Algernon Longbottom (nevilleftw) wrote in ageofdarkness, @ 2010-05-14 21:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | jessica hollis, neville longbottom |
Who: Neville & Jessica
Where: Evan's rooms
Why: Neville needs a way to send a message... Jess conveniently shows up
What: Talking, arguing OR Andy plays with herself
Warnings: It's Jess. Who knows what she might do.
Neville was lying on the floor. This was mainly because it was marginally comfortable, at least compared to any other position on any peice of furniture he could find. He had slept for about fourteen hours, lightly but genuinely, and he had felt better afterwards. He had crawled to the bathroom and soaked in the water for he wasn't sure how long. He had washed eventually, but it had been more about letting the tension ease out of his muscles. When he had eventually managed to get out of the tub and lean against the sink to look at himself in the mirror, he was unpleasantly shocked. He was pale, as though his skin had all been leeched of colour, except for the dark bruise that stained his right cheek. His chest was criss-crossed with narrow red lines, and his ribs stood out sharply.
He looked away quickly. He put on the clothes Rosier had left for him, enjoying the clean softness of them. Then he ate his fill, and tried to sleep again. He tried the bed, the sofa and all the chairs, but his arms and back lit up with pain everywhere he tried. He eventually gave up and lay down on the floor, which turned out to be the best possible position.
He began to consider his options. Rosier had said he could have visitors, but he wasn't allowed to leave the room himself. Fat lot of good that was. How was he supposed to let people know to visit him if he couldn't leave? Rosier didn't have an owl around the place that he'd seen. His best chance was to wait until someone happened to pass by, and hope that whoever they were would take a message. And there wasn't much chance of that. No servant he could think of would come to Rosier's room voluntarily. And very few students would be inclined to do him a favour. Nott might have been his best bet, but not anymore.
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Jess was cold. She was really sick of being cold, and of these damn prissy students who didn't know a good thing when they saw it. She missed Warren more and more. He'd been a brute at times, but he at least had appreciated her. Nowadays it was all she could do to find somewhere warm to sleep at night. She was starting to get desperate.
She didn't really want to bother Mr Rosier again. From the rumours flying around the place it was clear that he was getting plenty of satisfaction, and not from a woman either. But by her fourth night in a cold hard bed, she was willing to risk being kicked out of his room by a jealous lover. Best case scenario? The two of them would invite her to join them.
She hadn't bothered with skimpy coats, but had concealed her lingerie under a thick layer of tight-fitting clothes. Why was it so cold in May? It was ridiculous. She knocked on the door to Evan's room, chewing her lip slightly with nervous anticipation.
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Neville started at the knock on the door. He must have fallen asleep again because the sun was setting, making it a night and a day since Rosier had left. He sat up, wincing at the effort it took, and forced himself to his feet. Who could be visiting when Rosier was not even home? Unless they didn't realise. He really, really hoped it wouldn't be Umbridge - or - God forbid - Rosier's perverted friend.
He opened the door a chink before pulling it all the way in surprise. "Jess?"
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Jess blinked in suprise. "Longbottom? Rosier's let you all out in the open, has he?" she looked him up and down symphatically. "God, you look bloody awful." She had always thought him rather sweet-looking, if not very manly, but now he looked more like a walking skeleton.
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Neville grimaced. "Yeah, thanks," he said. His voice was still uncomfortably hoarse. "What are you doing here?"
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Jess tossed her hair over her shoulder and leant against the doorjamb. "Is your friend in?" she asked. "You know, the much taller, handsomer one."
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Neville swallowed. "You and Rosier?" he asked. The thought was more than a little sickening. "I mean... willingly?"
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She laughed. "Of course. I'm not picky. Can I come in then?"
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Neville hesitated. "Yeah, all right," he said. He stood aside and let her in. The way she practically flounced through the door made him shudder. "How can you?" he asked. "He's a monster."
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"To you, maybe," she said, looking around. "He's perfectly nice to me. Where is he then?"
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"Out," Neville said, closing the door. "For a few days at least."
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Jess sighed, annoyed. "What did you let me in for, then? There's nothing here for me. Unless..." she took a step towards him and straightened his collar. "There's something I can do for you?"
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Neville stared at her before gently removing her hands. "Er... no thanks," he said. "Well, yeah, but... not that. I was hoping you'd take a message for me. Thing is, I'm not supposed to leave the room. I'm sure he's got ways of knowing if I do. But he said I can have visitors, so..."
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"So you want to me to tell your friends that you're lonesome?" Jess muttered. She was more than a little disappointed. "What do I get out of this?"
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Neville couldn't believe that she was still out for herself over such a small thing. He spread his hands helplessly. "What do you want? I've got food. I don't think you ought to take any of Rosier's things."
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Jess bit her lip. There was a definite opportunity here. "Let me sleep in his bed and you've got a deal," she said.
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Neville blanched. "No problem," he said. He hadn't been planning to sleep on the thing anyway - it smelt disturbingly like Rosier - so it was hardly a sacrifice. "I rather fancy the sofa anyway.
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"Sure you won't join me?" she giggled, tugging gently at his overgrown curls. "Two is better than one when it comes to warmth and comfort."
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"There's a fire if you're cold," he pointed out. "And really, really no. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to sit down before I fall down."