RP: Neville & OTA Who: Neville & OTA When: April 26, early evening Where: Unknown flat What: A floo connection problem accidentally puts Character X in Character Y's home. Rating: Probably SFW
Escaping from Gran's dinner party had not been easy, but a few faked sniffles and a light cough had his Gran's bridge friends bundling him off upstairs with admonishments to rest. A quick glance at Gran showed that she was not at all fooled, but Neville decided he could deal with that later. Faking sick may not be the most courageous thing he'd ever done, but there was only so long he could listen politely as his grandmother's friends found any sort of reason to mention their eligible granddaughters in conversation. It wasn't that he thought the girls mentioned were horrible, it was just that the whole marriage thing made him uncomfortable. Especially since he didn't know any of the aforementioned granddaughters. His grandmother was just going to have to understand that.
He changed out of the rather formal dinner robes he'd been wearing, happily exchanging them for robes that were worn around the edges and far more comfortable for it. A glance at the clock showed it was only six, and that the Herbology shop he preferred in Diagon would still be open at this hour. They always got in their new shipments Tuesday night to put out for Wednesday morning, but he knew the owner wouldn't mind giving him a sneak peek.
Moving to his private Floo, he grabbed a pinch of Floo powder and threw it into the fireplace before stepping in. He announced his destination, and felt the familiar rush as the Floo system activated. He finally tumbled out, but instead of the familiar surroundings of the Herbology shop he was standing in an unfamiliar living room.
"Well bollocks," Neville said, flushing as the only other occupant in the room glared at him. "Er, sorry about this..."