Neville Longbottom (greenthumb_nev) wrote in wished, @ 2010-08-08 16:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !2003: 08, hannah abbott |
A trip to the beach
Who: Neville Longbottom, Hannah Abbott and Olivia Rose Abbott
What: Another date? Checking out the beach
Where: Hannah's flat, then the beach
When: Sunday, August 8
Rating: g/pg
Status: closed, incomplete
Neville had spent the morning, doing some of his daily duties but gathering up a few choice peaches and a bunch of ripe grapes. He had a chance to select a few bell peppers, and some tomatoes to bring for the picnic they would have. He had selected a nice blanket, and a towel, and after a long time decided, Neville put on swimming trunks under his pants. It would be the first time he'd been too the beach since his time at Hogwarts; a summer trip to the beach was an annual occurrence. And Neville had thought to offer the beach near his family home as a possibility but he had chased that idea away. It was usually a colder beach, blanketed with fog most of the times they had made the day trip. The sun might show in the afternoon, but for the most part, it was a colder, chillier experience.
That would not be good for Olivia, Neville thought decisively. He knew it should be an experience full of sunshine and laughter, warm sand between their toes with warmer water to dip those toes into as well. Ideally, Neville thought a tropical beach would be the very best; he'd never been and thought the idea had great appeal. But to make it easier on all of their friends, something closer was far more reasonable.
Their friends.
Neville stopped for a moment in his action of packing things into a bag. After one night with Hannah and he was thinking about his friends and her friends as their friends?! That was a bit fast, and probably rushing things utterly. Neville slowly began completing his packing, wondering where that idea had even come from. It was probably because she had asked him to help with it, but it was really her party; when she'd asked him for help, it had made him feel useful, and well, part of something again, something important.
With these thoughts in his mind, knowing he should not press himself upon Hannah and her daughter, Neville stepped towards the floo, with a basket in his hand. He threw in a handful of green floo powder and in a moment, he was standing in Hannah's place, just at the opening of the fireplace.
"Hello. It's Neville," he called out in greeting, "I hope I am not late."