Who: Neville Longbottom and Ivonna Montgomery What: Neville got careless and Ivy got lucky Where: Queen Alexandra Dock, Cardiff, UK When: Monday Afternoon Warnings: Violence and cursing, likely.
Neville has always expected he’d work outside, though he never expected to be working at a Muggle dock because he was an outlaw to the wizarding world. Still, it paid alright, and it kept Neville busy, which is what he needed. On his lunch break, Neville had managed to talk to Terence and Mia, and was rather optimistic about the money they’d be receiving. Neville understood the risk that Terence was putting up for them, and he was going to make that money go as far as he could. Though, he’d been particularly careful not to promise Mia’s safety, because quite frankly, he couldn’t.
The rest of the work day had gone by surprisingly smooth. The work was always tiring, but the people he worked with, well, they were rough around the edges, but they were all pretty helpful. It was better than he’d had anywhere else, which is probably why he’d allowed himself to stay for so long, too long really. It hit him as he’d told Terence that they couldn’t stay in one spot, that he’d been in the dingy rent-a-room in Cardiff for too long.
“Hey Quentin, see ya tomorrow.” Rick, one of the older men he worked with, called over his shoulder as Neville grabbed his back pack and made his way out of the warehouse. Neville nodded, quite used to his face name, and gave a bit of a wave. “Hey, you have a good night.” Neville muttered, but he knew that he wasn’t going to see the older man again. He was going to get some food, and then try and find the Weasleys.
Neville was just going to stop by the little mom and pop shop to grab dinner for the last time. Or, at least that had been the plan, until he saw the lady following him. He’d noticed her when he came out of the warehouse-- it was hard not too, she was pretty and clearly didn’t blend in with the other dock workers that tended to walk that path. Its why it wasn’t particularly hard to notice when she started following him, and he tested this by stopping in a random shop, and sure enough she was back behind him when he came out to proceed to the restaurant. And, was that a glimpse of a wand he saw? He didn’t know what she wanted, but it wasn’t good. Suddenly, it seemed like there was always something blocking him, when he tried to step behind a building or down an alley to apparate away.
“Fuck.” Neville sighed, and eventually, tired of trying to skirt the crowd, he pushed through a wall of people, dashing for a bit, trying to get far enough out of the sight of muggles to apparate away.