Neville A. Longbottom (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} nevilleal) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} lockewood,@ 2009-12-29 23:33:00 |
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Where: Neville's house
When: Tuesday
Rating: TBA
Neville had made the only dish he was actually capable of making, which was pasta. Cold pasta. He might have gone so far as to call it a pasta salad, even though there weren't many recognisable vegetables in it. He rolled his eyes as he put it on the dining table. He hoped people would take him up on his demand to provide food.
Originally he had been the one to host the dinner, not because of his superior cooking skills, but because of his lack of roommate. This logic was no longer relevant, but he still seemed to be in charge of the event, for some reason. Not that he was unhappy about it, by any means. He was keen to get the old gang back together, even if there would be some considerable gaps in the company.
As he passed the stairs he glanced up them briefly, wondering if the strange young man was all right. He had tried explaining to his new housemate that there was going to be a dinner, and he was welcome to share their food if he wanted, but he was pretty sure the message hadn't quite got across. He was just considering going up to check on the kid - he wasn't sure how old Merlin actually was, but he seemed oddly young to Neville - when there was a knock on the door.