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Neville Longbottom (whatgenus) wrote in pandorarpg,

Neville shook his head at the question about anything seeming unusual. He and Harry weren't exactly attached at the hip. That was probably a question they should ask Ron or Hermione, though. The more papers that the younger man went through, the more he realized how tired he was. His vision was getting fuzzy and he sighed heavily. It had been too long of a day, or two days that melted into one. Whichever.

His mind just wasn't there, and the more he tried to focus on the words scribbled on the sheet of paper he was holding, the more his eyes paid attention to the grain of the paper, and the words seemed to float off the page. He needed sleep, but the case was more important. He had promised to catch whoever did this. And if he slept, he would most likely have another bad dream. He wondered what Harry had dreamt about the night before... Had he woken up with a spot too?

"I wonder if Harry had a spot," he muttered to Adrian, scratching his own from over his shirt and he eyeballed the journal. "I wonder what he dreamt about."