greenest_thumb (greenest_thumb) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2009-12-02 12:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2024 12, character: hannah abbott, character: neville longbottom, dead character: alice longbottom, dead character: frank longbottom |
RP: What do you hear? Nothing but the rain.
Who: Neville Longbottom, Hannah Abbott, Franklin Longbottom, Alice Longbottom, Frank Longbottom
Where: Longbottom House
When: December 2, 2024 (evening)
Rating/Warnings: Drama!Neville, kinda scary
Summary: Neville finally lets his feelings out... literally.
It was evening that Wednesday. Even after the news of his daughter last night, seeing her after, what was done to her... Neville still went to work that day. It had been the longest of his life, it felt like. Especially since his thoughts and urges for vengeance set his guts turning.
Hannah, Frankie and Neville walked through the front doors and already there was chatter - his parents wanted to know what was going on and while Hannah filled them in, it was like a distant echo as Neville walked right by, ignoring the calls of 'Dad?' that his son was emitting. He walked past them all but their words still clung to him like cobwebs, hearing them afterward; 'what's to be done, do they know who did this, poor child'. All Neville knew is that everything inside him was clawing it's way out and he had to do something.
Treading out the back door and walking toward the forest alone, gnashing his teeth and prematurely grasping his wand, he set out for a secluded spot in the woods where no one would find him. No one would see him like that. He understood now why it took a strong emotion to help one fly. The emotions he was feeling now were of a destructive nature but he tried to channel them into his more elemental specialties. He had them. No one knew, but he had them. No one knew because he never told anyone, save maybe Hannah on occasion. Neville always thought being underestimated was a curse, but really, it was a blessing. He had the element of surprise in every occasion.
However, this was no battle, but he could feel the magic flowing through him nonetheless, so powerful that it might destroy him if he kept it inside any longer. So, when he reached the spot he was looking for, he breathed a huge sigh and let his hell wash over everything around him.
Dark clouds gathered overhead and his mouth was moving silently in a flurry of spells that looked as if he was speaking in tongues, a man possessed. He thought about what that cowardly mongrel of a vampire had done to his daughter and how he was helpless to protect her, to help her when she needed her father. Neville's eyes flicked open, still spewing spells and feeling the rocks quake under his feet, the boulder he was standing on rising out of the earth and thunder cracking over his head. His eyes, a usual beautiful deep hazel had gone silvery grey in his chanting, like the clouds overhead.
When he had finally finished speaking and waved his wand over all that surrounded him, it was like a shockwave in the forest. A horrible tremor rocked the earth below him, but he was safe, levitating himself above it all. He saw the crack in the earth that would become a stream or small pool when it had healed, the lightning struck all around him in a circle, charring small saplings and turning the earth as black as his thoughts. The wind around him whipped, taking whatever leaves that were left on the branches and turning them into razor sharp shrapnel that cut his face and hands, tiny miniscule abrasions but they still stung. Trees fell around him in crashes that would rival the thunder while he still levitated and cast a different spell to save the trees... where they fell, five began to grow at a pace that would've taken a hundred years. It sapped the energy from him.... but that's what he wanted, he wanted to be numb for only just a moment, to let everything drain from him as his daughter had been taken by a dark creature.
Finally, the trees were grown and Neville's feet landed just as the rain came down upon him. He had expelled so much energy that he had a grey streak of hair behind both of his ears, bleached silver at his exertion. The jagged cut in the earth had found a spring beneath and the water flowed forth, making the scorched earth steam all around him while aftershocks vibrated the trees, the small saplings. He did not hear any birds, animals or anything else other than the rain as he stood there for a long while, contemplating what to do next. He didn't know.
His display would probably be reported on the muggle news, he had no doubt. An isolated tornado or weather phenomena without explaination. He was not worried about that.
Soaked and weak, but regaining strength from the small square of chocolate he had tucked in his pocket for when Hannah felt lightheaded, he walked back to his home and in through the door, passing his family along the way. He gazed at them briefly while colour flooded his eyes once more, making them a light amber as they darkened instead of the cold silver from outside.