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

It had been...an interesting month for Neville. Harry and Luna had arrived, far older than he was. He'd met Harry's daughter, who'd told him a bit about his future. He'd started to settle into the ways of the train, no longer quite as panicked about all the new people here. He'd even started to make some friends, or at least found some people who seemed nice enough. And at least Ron and Hermione were close to the right age, even if they were a little younger.

All in all, he was getting used to being here, even with the wacky things that the train liked to throw at them.

Tonight, he had grabbed a book on botany from the library, and carried it back to his room. While it wasn't on magical plants, the truth was that most all plants needed some of the same care, and understanding muggle plants was part and partial to understanding magical ones. And reading books like this soothed him.

So engrossed was he in his reading that the knock on the door caused him to drop his book, causing a heavy thud as it hit the metal floor of the train.

Brilliant.

Who would be calling at this hour? Even though there were people there who were nice to him, he rarely got visitors.

Picking up the book and holding it in one hand, he crossed the small room, opened the door and...

...came face to face with his mother.

The book fell from his hand as he stared at her, taking a step back. She was younger than the woman he knew as his mother, and her eyes were bright...alive

He took another step back, backing up until he ran into the bed.

"M-m-m-mum?"