Who: Neville and Zacharias Where: Mungo's When: Late night, thursday the 23rd What: omg, teh sads.
The worst part about visiting his parents was the Welcome Witch. She ususally smiled cheerily, asked him where he needed to go. He couldn't just ignore her. Usually he told her, and her smile would become forced, fake, everything trying to add a layer of icing to some fucked-up cake. Neville usually grimaced at this part, then continued on his way.
Today was different. Rather, tonight was different. He'd been told he could visit his parents at any time, and he usually didn't visit them past visiting hours, but the whole thing with the murder of Addison and Hannah on the suspect list had him questioning everything. Now, he wanted his parents more than ever. They were just fabrications, projections he placed on them; a doting mother, a proud father. On some level he knew they had no idea who he was. On another, he was their son, and they looked forward to his visits.
The realization that the Welcome Witch was not only a Wizard, but someone he knew, threw him for surprise. The fact that it was someone he knew hit him like a sack of bricks.
"Neville Longbottom," he barely gasped out to Zacharias. "Visiting Frank and Alice Longbottom."