Who: Neville and Open What: Sulking? Where: The edge of the park When: Late night Saturday Rating: probably low Status: Open/Ongoing
Neville had never been the most social person. He was, in the end, pretty introverted and fine with keeping to himself. But there was a difference in deciding not to go out with his friends after work and not having any friends to go out with. And as much as he knew she could stand her own, he was worried about his Gran. Who knew what she would have been thinking. Sure most of the Death Eaters were gone but there were still some showing up now and then who'd managed to avoid being captured and he was quite high on their list of enemies. He hated thinking that she'd be worrying or putting herself in the sights of the wrong people looking for him.
He'd found himself an apartment and most of his things had shown up a few hours later, but it still felt too empty and too quiet in the middle of the night and he knew he wasn't sleeping any time soon so he'd put a dressing gown on over her sleep clothes, grabbed his wand and wandered outside. After walking around a bit he managed to end up at a park. Sitting himself on one of the benches he pulled his wand out of an inner pocket of his robe and started messing around a bit, making small flowers pop up along the strip of grass in front of him.