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Neville Longbottom (whatgenus) wrote in pandorarpg,

Neville watched as she tried to wipe the spot off her hand. He looked back and forth from the one on his own shoulder to her hand. Had they had the same dream? What was the spot? Did they have anything to do with one another?

"I didn't hurt myself in real life," he explained as he walked back into the kitchen and zapped his kettle with the wand he took out of his pocket. "But I had another one of those dreams, and I was hurt there. "

He wasn't going to make her tell him about her dream, or anything else that bothered her, if she didn't want to. For the most part, he wanted her to be there to have one less person to worry about. She comforted him just by being around, and as selfish as it was, he all ready felt so much better than he had just half an hour ago.

"Biscuits?"