Regulation and Control

( owl post to Neville Longbottom )


( owl post to Harry Potter )

WHO: Nymphadora Tonks, Neville Longbottom and possibly any of the Zabini clan (and open to anyone who wants, truly. It is a social event.)
WHEN: Friday, August 1 (backdated)
WHERE: the haunted Charleville Ballroom, minus some of the chairs. (More pictures here.)
WHAT: Aida Zabini may have committed murder. Neville might be writing a book about it. But first, he needs help finding truth and fact beneath all of the lies.
RATING: TBD
STATUS: Open; in progress


The man leaned against the wall, watching silently as the last of the light began to trickle through the windows, falling in hushed shadows against the folds of silvery dresses and faces lost in quiet conversations. Dancing reminded Neville of the war - his war, or the beginning of it, had been spent caught in spiderwebs, moving from person to person and trying to determine their intentions. Listening to accents he could never quite place, telling stories as he tried to spin his own path for others to support Order and Ministry, looking for the help from abroad that the Ministry always found so difficult to catch at home. Without realizing it, his foot was tapping slightly, catching the beat and falling in time. There was a slight part of him that missed this world, that missed the hint, however slight, of human contact, false and otherwise.

His hand pressed against the glass, leaving ghosts of his fingerprints as he set it on a table, dark eyes echoing the crowd as he looked for one woman amongst the others. Then, tilting his head, Neville realized he'd been strangely distracted and began to walk towards the wall, moving slowly in a deliberate effort not to stumble, his body blending into the crowd with strangely awkward grace.

WHO: Nymphadora Tonks, Neville Longbottom and children!
WHEN: Thursday, July 31
WHERE: Neville's box-filled flat
WHAT: Neville needs to have a quick conversation with Dora about what they're actually doing.
RATING: TBD
STATUS: Closed; in progress

"Da!" As usual, Neville could hear Jinx's heavy footsteps before he saw the child. She thundered through the maze of boxes, blithely ignoring the lamp that came crashing down behind her and the shaking of the portrait against the wall. He considered that it was likely a good thing that his grandmother had fled to her room early, pleading nerves. "There's some strange woman outside. She's got a kid." Her hand flew to her hip as she looked down her nose and said, just as Augusta Longbottom would have, "I'm sure they're looking for a handout."

"Jinx," was all he said and she sighed.

Glancing down, she tugged at a red braid, then added, "Okay, so they don't look homeless." He touched her elbow, then stood, clambering over the boxes slowly as he went to the door. There were times, rare times but they still existed, when Neville occasionally felt a twinge of wanting an elf. Generally, however, those times were reserved for the kitchen. He opened the door, then saw the figures standing there and a smile slowly began to flower on his face.

"Dora," and with a grin, he leaned down. "You must be Lila." He held his hand out seriously to the small girl as if she was an adult he was meeting and not a child. He remembered that Jinx had always liked that.

WHO: Blaise Zabini and Neville Longbottom (though Neville is using his pseudonym, Pete Graves)
WHEN: Tuesday, July 29 (before Blaise's owl to Nicolas and Draco)
WHERE: Zabini manor
WHAT: Neville goes to investigate crimes committed by Aida Zabini. Unfortunately, her current flame is nowhere to be found.
RATING: G
STATUS: Closed; completed

"P- Pete Graves? The master will see you now." He followed the house elf into what appeared to be a maze of rooms to an untrained eye, the cathedral ceilings vaulting above the short man to heights that he hadn't imagined being the possession of anyone save a churchman. Neville felt smaller than the elf as the creature left him in a drawing room, still clutching his card, a tattered piece of paper that looked as if it belonged to a criminal, rather than a crime writer.

( Murder, you say? )

Who: Draco Malfoy and Neville Longbottom
Where: Hyde Park, London
When: Sunday 27th July, 11am
What: A run-in between old enemies. Reactions are slightly surprising.
Rating: G
Status: Closed; complete

( And he understood then, with that slight and small series of words, the horror of Draco's sentence )

( Package to Nymphadora Tonks )

((OOC: Reference to this RP.))

Who: Nymphadora Tonks and [Open!]
What: Friday night drinks
Where: Seamus' Pub, Tir na Nog
When: Friday night
Rating: TBD

( She'd deal with the lecture on responsibility later. )

WHO: Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom
WHEN: late May, 1999. BACKDATED.
WHERE: A hotel room in southern England
WHAT: Harry and Neville have to face their demons and one another.
RATING: B for Bucket of Tears
STATUS: Closed; completed
NOTES: This is an old story reworked, so it's a little off but Cait and I felt it reflected the characters well, and wanted to incorporate it into their canon. So here it is for anyone who wants to read it.


"...want Mummy," the little girl whimpered as he tucked her in, sliding the blanket over her small shoulders. Hyacinth's lower lip jutted out, trembling as she looked up at him with fearful eyes. "Want Mummy. Not Da. Mummy." Her hands were clutching at the thin lining of the blanket, kneading it between thumb and forefinger as she quivered.

"Mummy's not here," Neville said. Said as he had said it for the past two months.

( I can't just build armies to watch them fall. )