Neville brushed off his hands from the work he was doing when Fred approached with a letter, his heart leaping into his throat, causing him to swallow numerous times. “Thanks Fred.” said quietly as he opened it right then and there.
Dear Mr. Longbottom,
I am afraid I need to ask you to come to London with haste. While your mother has remained docile as she once was after you had left, she is having moments that I cannot explain through letters.
She’s been making statements, with mentions of ‘son’ mumbled in between sentences- and I’m not exactly sure if they’ve been moments where she’s lucid and in the present... or if she thinks she’s in the past. The statements are short and fleeting, but they’ve been uttered.
Please accept my apologies for not updating you sooner and hopefully you’ll be able to find a way to come to London quite soon.
Sincerely, Meredith Morningstar Medi-Witch
“Oh my gods...” Neville was trembling slightly, not knowing whether Alice was really asking for him, trying to find him, was good or bad... or just a case of Ms. Morningstar not hearing her correctly. Though... he dared not let himself hope it was good, for fear of being heartbroken when it wasn’t true.
Barely registering Fred’s obvious concern, Neville looked up. “Hmmm? Oh yes... uh, I have to go to London.” he stuffed the letter in his pocket and removed his heavy work-apron and cast a quick Scourgify. “Would you please tell Ginny where I’ve gone, I know she doesn’t get off her shift until later.” Neville had a feeling he would be needing a quiet moment with her when he returned from London.