Neville Longbottom (proudson) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2011-05-17 17:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | bellatrix lestrange, neville longbottom |
Who: Neville and Bellatrix
What: The worst part about being off the potion is pretending you are still on it while in front of the person you loath the most.
When: Tuesday
Where: The Leaky
Warnings: Maybe
Status: In Progress
Neville used to be glad of the rain. He used to savor it and wish for its presence. It typically prevented people from heading out, meaning he would face a slow night. In the past he'd use that extra time and privacy to work out plans for charity he and Hannah gave; trying to think of ways to locate spare wands or clothing to give to those who sought help from him. But these days, the rain brought on a sense of panic, which only increased as the night wore on and the chairs remained empty. He needed patrons, needed them desperately.
He tried to keep his mind focused on other things. He went about making the dessert that Luna had placed in her journal, it keeping his mind focused. It was delicious, as he expected, but then again he had always had a fondness for strawberries. Now he was sitting in the pub, leaning back in his chair. It was never good if he was able to sit down. Only the usual's were in the bar at that moment and they didn't look like they were going to be going past their normal quota tonight.
He leaned forward, placing his face in the palms of his hands, sucking in a breath to try and steady himself. Tomorrow would be better. It had to be; didn't it?