Who: Neville and Open What: Neville snaps and does something incredibly stupid When: Just after Neville is let out of hospital on Sunday Where: Greenhouses then Forbidden Forest Rating: likely higher due to foul mouths Incomplete/Open
Neville went straight to the greenhouses once Madam Pomfrey let him go. He wasn't expecting anyone to be there and was glad when they're wasn't. The moment he saw them he felt like crying. The thought that, once he got out of hospital, he could go back to the greenhouses, one of the only places he felt at home, was one of the only comforts he'd been keeping. It was the one thing he kept saying to himself. <i>I can still do herbology. I don't need magic to grow plants</i> He'd been keeping a running list in his head of everything he had to do once he got out, the thought that the greenhouses and his plants would be waiting for him once he got out was one of the only things keeping him positive.
Now they were gone. Everything was gone because some psychopath likely had nothing better to do.
He walked through the houses slowly, just looking at what little was left of them. He knew that Harry and some of the others had taken most of the still-living plants elsewhere but it was still jarring to see the places he's always see so bright and full of life blackened and dead. When he reached the far left corner of greenhouse six he saw something familiar under the rubble. As he approached and started to push the soot and broken pieces of shelves and pots away he hoped with everything he had that it wasn't what he'd thought. It was. When he uncovered the pot and brushed away the dust on it's surface he knew right away. It was all that was left of his Mimbulus Mimbletonia. Most of the plant was gone, what was left was blackened and charred, the dirt was impossibly dry and the pot was cracked. It looked nothing like the plant he remembered but he knew anyway.
His hands started to shake as he held the large pot, though not for the reason they had in the past. He was mad. He'd never felt this kind of rage before. He'd been mad before, at the Lestranges, at the Carrows, at Voldemort, but this was something different. He didn't know why but he couldn't contain this feeling. He screamed loudly and threw the pot as hard as he could. It flew across the room and landed on one of the wooden tables, causing it to collapse beneath it's partially burned legs. He stormed out of the greenhouse, pushing anything in his way harshly to move it. When he reached the door he ran, as fast and hard as he could until he reached the Forbidden Forest. He hesitated only momentarily before charging in. He'd gotten to know the forest last year and wasn't particularly afraid of it, but he felt something like apprehension in his chest anyway.
"BOLE!" he screamed. "You coward! Get out here!" He ran farther in. "I know you're in here you arse! Get out here and face me!" He reached a clearing and spun, looking all around him and breathing heavily. "Bole get out here and show your self, you disgusting excuse for a wizard!"
After about five minutes of just standing there, heavily breathing, Neville finally screamed again and collapsed to his knees.He buried his head in his hands and screamed again. He couldn't seem to control himself anymore, so he didn't try, He just sat there in the cold and screamed until someone finally grabbed his shoulder.