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Neville Longbottom (greenthumb_nev) wrote in wished,

Neville was pumped; he was more than pumped. After his meeting, he'd gone home and gotten himself cleaned up, getting ready for a night of celebration. He'd had plenty of time to check his pants and be sure his shirt was spotless, but then he'd gone into her little enclosed patio and gotten caught up in doing some pruning and weeding. The next thing he knew, it was getting darker and he stopped, and realized he was an utter mess again!

Looking at the clock, he noted that he had five minutes to get himself presentable and get there. Off came the clothes, rolled up and thrown in a heap on the floor, and he found a different pair of tan trousers, and a blue shirt that looked clean he thought, and on they went. He grabbed a small bag of galleons, and a Muggle wind breaker, and ran his fingers through his hair, utterly missing the smudge of dirt on his side cheek by his ear and the dirt on his hands.

He dashed to the fireplace and with a quick flick, he jumped into green flames...and almost stumbled out into the Leaky. He caught himself, grinning, and noted Dean at the bar, starting to drink, and he raised a hand, and then moved to brush his shirt and pants of a bit of ash.

"Dean! Hey! You starting without me?" he asked as he saddled up to the bar himself, "One of what he is having if you please," and Neville turned to Dean, grinning, "Man! Long time no see! You look great Dean, really."