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Neville Longbottom [Harry Potter] (not_nobody) wrote in expresslogs,

"Ah, yeah, I can see why they wouldn't," he said with a soft grin. "And anyway, if you don't pay attention in herbology - or in any class, really, you could end up getting hurt. Not all of that stuff is safe, you know. Some of it's even deadly."

Brilliant, he sounded like a professor already, and he was nineteen years old.

"No, I mean, I don't resent it. Not any more. I am who I am, and I'm proud of the ways in which I was able to help Harry at the end."

At the end. At the end of what? The end of the world that they had grown up in? The end of innocence? He didn't know what, and the reason he had worded it that way seemed to be something more...profound than he wanted to get into right at the moment.

"I don't need to be popular. But I'm glad people like my classes."

This actually made him smile broadly, the thought that perhaps he could make herbology interesting.

"So what is your favorite subject?"