RP: Reaction Characters: Neville, poking Alice Time/Date: After classes, October 18, after this Location: The Leaky Warnings/Rating: PGish Summary: Neville panics. Status: Complete
It would be an understatement to say that he was freaking out. He was pretty sure that he'd long left that in the dust, and was fast gaining speed on losing his mind. It had taken just about everything he had not to ditch his classes for the afternoon after receiving the letter shortly after lunch. Just about everything he had.
He knew he didn't have a right to show up unexpectedly like this, not after the way he'd handled her sudden return. He had tried to owl, he really had, but he hadn't been able to. He'd justified it by saying that she'd understand his hesitation, she'd be able to piece it together, she'd forgive him, but he knew that he was being a right ass and had not right to show up unexpectedly and put her through a similar emotional turmoil.
But he couldn't... he couldn't sit by. If something happened to her... he'd never forgive himself.
He knew - well, he thought - that it was an empty threat, that Bella was just sending a flurry of owls to a series of people to garner exactly this kind of reaction, and he was playing right into her hands, but he couldn't help it. This was his mom.
It was interesting, he thought absently as he stepped into the Leaky, planning on asking the barkeep what room he should go knock on if he couldn't find her in the actual bar, that it was a letter from a psychopath that was what ended up helping him to get his priorities straight.