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Neville Longbottom ([info]whatgenus) wrote in [info]pandorarpg,
@ 2011-10-24 10:12:00
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Who: Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood
What: After another rough night
Where: Neville's flat, then where Luna is, then probably back to Neville's
When: Friday, 31 October 2003 4:15 AM
Rating: PG?



He wasn't sure if Luna would still be awake after he read what she had written. In fact, Neville had no way of knowing where Luna was at all, nor could he have known whether she was okay or not. Though he assumed she was, given she had taken a moment to write something at all. It was far too early in the morning, and all he could do was pace his small kitchen in his blue and green striped pajama pants. He had all ready spilled the water he had tried to make tea with twice, and his blue shirt was soaked near the bottom where he had used it to soak up a bit of the spillage. The boy clutched his wand tightly, debating whether to send his patronus or not. The thing could very well scare her more than the dreams had, still, he had to try.

Neville opened the balcony door and held his hands up as he thought his happy thought. This spell always did need a lot of room, though with some practice he had managed to make the polar bear much smaller if needed. It was still large, even at the smaller size, but it at least didn't fill his small apartment quite as much.

"Find Luna and deliver message," he said to the milky white polar bear that stood before him. The only dark spots on it were the eyes and nose, which when it tilted its head, made the bear look more like a dog than anything else. "I would feel better if you weren't alone tonight, please come over. The wards will let you apparate in."

With a flick of his wand, the mastiff sized polar bear went out the window. Neville went back to the tea he was trying to brew, but merely stared at the kettle in annoyance. He worried about his parents, their mental state if they could have these dreams...


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