Neville Longbottom (nevforthewin) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2016-01-11 12:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1999 january, luna lovegood, neville longbottom |
WHO: Neville & Luna
WHAT: Midnight cake
WHEN: the night of the WW article
WHERE: The cottage where Luna and Gran are staying.
RATING: Could get adult
STATUS: closed / complete
Don't ask me about my feelings
Neville couldn't believe the people at that awful magazine had dredged up the old story about him and Parkinson. He'd thought that was long over. He wondered if it could have anything to do with their meeting the other night - but no, there had been no one else around. No one could have seen them. Not that that was any justification for claiming romance between them in any case. He thought he'd better go and make sure Luna was all right with the whole mess. He doubted she'd read any truth in it at all - she might have a vivid imagination but surely no one could give such a claim any credence whatsoever, least of all someone who knew him better than most - but still. It seemed like the sort of thing he should do, and anyway that hadn't had much chance to talk since that frenzied, manic escape from the ruins of the great hall. By the time he got out of the Hogshead, however, it was quite late. He didn't quite like to leave Dennis yet, no matter the boy's protests. He pottered around, procrastinating by tended to the small collection of plants he'd brought with him, until he thought the younger boy was asleep, before venturing out into the streets. He took a little package with him, something he had bought earlier as a peace offering, although he wasn't sure of the sense in that, now. It wasn't as though he'd done anything. Maybe that was the problem. It was dark by the time he got to the cottage where she was staying, and he hesitated. By some bizarre twist of fate, she'd been allocated to the same house where his Gran was staying. if he just walked in there was the very real danger that he'd be waylaid and end up visiting his Gran instead. He wasn't sure what she would think if he tried to explain that he wanted to visit Luna, alone, at nearly midnight. he had a feeling it wouldn't be a long conversation. Instead he worked his way round to what he really hoped was Luna's window. He used his wand to aim a couple of small pebbles at the glass, making as small a noise as possible. If she opened it, it shouldn't be too hard to scramble up the rough brickwork with the help of the climbing vines, to the balcony. It felt a bit sneaky and clandestine, but... well. Hopefully she'd think it was romantic rather than creepy. |