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Professor Neville Longbottom (profplant) wrote in silverage,

He smiled, unsure. The younger man hadn't said his name, still, and he was being- strange. And the way he talked about Lily- he'd seen them together, and that wasn't casual sticking together. That was something serious. But if the boy didn't want to share- "Right, she was a Gryffindor too. I forgot." He rolled his sleeves up, intentionally flashing his bare left arm. He remembered the fear. This man- boy, probably- was in a war. The least Neville could do was make him a little more comfortable. And this was the easiest way to reassure him Neville knew.

"My dad, he was a Gryffindor. And my mum. Died, a few years back he did." Neville sighed and walked over to where he had originally been sitting, gesturing to the seat next to him and pouring another glass. "Mum's still alive though. Well, she's in St. Mungo's. That's where Dad was too, 'til he died. There's hope for her though." He looked into his glass, thinking about his mum's face the last time he saw her- and what if that was the last time?