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Professor Neville Longbottom (profplant) wrote in silverage,

Neville wandered in the park, looking at the different plants and smiling. It wasn't so bad, the park. No magical plants that he'd come across, but he held out hope. It wasn't so bad, living in Queens with a couple of strange people. I mean, it was a bit awkward, but it wasn't half bad.

He looked up in time to see a strange sort of machine flying overhead, frowning. He hadn't seen one of those before. He'd seen the aeroplanes, but they didn't look like this. This looked like a hunk of strange metals all put together as haphazardly as possible. He walked over towards where the machine was gliding to a landing in the distance. Maybe it was for the World Fair?

He raised an eyebrow when a pretty (if grease covered) girl clamored out of the machine. When she started talking to him about some coil, however, he was bewildered. "I, uh, I'm sorry. A what? I don't- what's a haymack coil?"