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Professor Neville Longbottom (profplant) wrote in silverage,

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry, uhm. I'll be right back." Neville got up abruptly and walked to the dinner lady, asking for two teas. Shit, shit, shit. That was definitely too much. Way too much for him to have told her. Of course she didn't know about Voldemort coming back, she was part of what destroyed him the first time. Her death, her son.

He walked back with a tea in each hand, shaking slightly. He was rubbish, absolute rubbish at this.

"Back. Yes, he was back. He's gone again. For good, this time, I promise. He was gone, gone for years. Thirteen, fourteen maybe. But then he came back, and Harry- Harry knew he came back, and no one believed him, see? The Ministry, they tried to discredit him, and they sent a woman who wouldn't let us use magic, and we needed to be safe. So he took care of it. He always does, take care of other people. He's a great man, your son." He looked down, adding sugar to his tea and stirring, avoiding her eyes.

"So none of them are my age, judging by Snape's disbelief at the news he's a professor. Not from my time, that is." He sighed.