Neville Algernon Longbottom (nevilleftw) wrote in temetnosce, @ 2013-03-21 11:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | ch: serv: neville longbottom, ch: thg: alice longbottom, ch: thg: frank longbottom, ch: thg: neville longbottom, i: east, p: andy, p: erin, p: jeanne, p: megan |
Who: Nevilleserv and Frankthg plus other THG Longbottoms if they wish to join
Where: THG Longbottoms' House, East Island
When: Afternoon after this
Neville had bribed a boat-owner with some of his precious food in order to get across to the East Island. He was not the only one doing so; it seemed that the residents of the islands had found they could do a better trade in transportation than they could doing fishing or whatever else they were meant to be doing in their boats. Neville had only travelled by sea twice before - to France and back, when he was seven - and all he remembered was being bundled under his mother's coat to keep warm, and going green with seasickness. It had poured with rain both ways, and it had been a small boat, not unlike this one, travelling illegally across the channel. Once they had almost got swamped by a passing ferry.
Once on the East Island, and having walked around a bit to gain his land legs, he wondered how he was going to find Frank's house. In the end he decided to just ask around, and, after some half-decent directions from one or two people (none of whom he recognised but some of which gave him funny looks) he was pointed towards one of the houses.
On the way, he had to pull off his hoodie and stuff it in his bag, which he now carried around everywhere just in case. It seemed to be a lot warmer here than it had been in the West. Underneath he wore a loose T-shirt that hid most of his thinness, if not entirely the scars that poked out from the sleeves and collar. He limped a little, as he was still getting used to wearing good boots instead of shoes that hardly deserved the name, but in the end he made it to the door.
He took a deep breath. He had no idea what to expect. He was still angry at his own parents, though if he saw them now he wasn't sure how long that would last. Any lingering resentment he felt always seemed to fade when he imagined his mother hugging him again, his father patting him on the back. Enchanted mirrors weren't the same. He missed them. Even if they were both insane for what they had tried to do.
Well, there was no point dwelling on it now. This Frank was probably quite different, and he had to remember that. This Frank and Alice had their own son, and he was probably different, too. He set his shoulders and knocked on the door.