elijah. (reflecting) wrote in prewargames, @ 2019-05-30 22:02:00 |
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The nerves set in before 7 p.m. He couldn't explain why, but Neville had started pacing in his living room around 6:45, unable to sit and wait. He had tried to eat dinner but he was worried he wouldn't be able to keep anything down. Asking Hannah to come visit him was a risk. She might not get the message. Hell, she might not even understand it. Yet, he had to risk it. He was going mad with the way things were. He needed to know she was safe, and the only way to know for sure was to see her. Neville had spent long enough separated from the people he cared about and he couldn't take it anymore. He had taken great care to strengthen the wards around his house, but barring a Secret Keeper, there was no way to fully ensure that the Death Eaters would stay away. He knew he was being watched, so Neville had taken every precaution to avoid this little indulgence being discovered--because it was indulgence. He had no purpose for this visit. There was no rhyme or reason other than realizing he just needed to see her. "Fucking hell," he cursed, dropping down onto the sofa and letting his head fall back. He didn't know if she would come. He wanted her to, but she might be detained or maybe she didn't want to come. Or worse. He couldn't think about worse. |