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Neville Longbottom (whatgenus) wrote in pandorarpg,

Neville sat beside Harry the moment he walked into the meeting room. Having worked a late shift the night before, he hadn't really gotten much sleep either, only he had become better at hiding it than most did. For the most part, he didn't like these meetings either, especially when he had crawled into bed at four o'clock in the morning. Still, he was being paid for this meeting, and so he would go. Luckily, Percy liked to power through these events, instead of dragging his feet or beating around the bush for hours. The fact that they did them monthly, he also supposed cut down on the time they took, as well. It was when Percy mentioned the parolees that Neville actually looked up with a sour look on his face. Great.

Great he scribbled on a piece of parchment before him, and slid it over to Harry. A second later, without waiting for his friend to answer back, Neville raised his hand. He would be attending the gala as it was his night off, but he wasn't dumb enough to think there wasn't a possibility for things to go wrong and for him to need to go to work in the middle of the night.

"Will we need to be dressed in costume for the gala? And if so, are people being allowed to wear masks for the event?" Neville was more worried about the safety of the event than anything else. While he understood that masks brought a certain anonymity, the ministry wasn't the place for it. If things went wrong, he didn't want to have to chase a masked bloke into a sea of other masked blokes.