greenlion (greenlion) wrote in everybodyever, @ 2011-01-02 01:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | jillian: neville, nell: hannah, player: jillian, player: nell |
Neville had Hermione to thank for the reservation at the Muggle restaurant, as he could not firstly determine how to operate the pay phone, and secondly converse in an intelligible manner to the Muggle who answered the line. After his first attempt - shouting "Two please!" without so much as an introduction - Hermione had snatched the phone away and waved Neville off impatiently.
He'd dressed after in his nicest and least obviously Wizard-made slacks and shirt, and remembering how Hannah laughed at his bow ties, left off the formality. He was going on a proper date with the girl of his dreams - whom he had already snogged beside the fire and before bed and just after breakfast, and wanted very much to impress so he might snog her again - the very last thing he needed was something more than sheer nerves to close against his throat. Neville wanted to give Hannah the very best birthday dinner that he could, and afterwards they would join Hermione and Ron and Susan and Ernie and Harry and Ginny for cake in the cottage and after that...
Neville gulped and hurried out of the bathroom. He just needed to remember that this was Hannah, after all, who knew just about everything there was to know about him, even the bits he'd rather she didn't know: like how much he'd cried when Trevor died, or that Gran still owled him socks and underpants with his initials stitched in.
It was hardly the time to be thinking of underpants.