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Ron snorted, glancing at his friend for a moment before shifting sideways to shove a few more mushrooms into his bag. “Yeah, a bit of a change will be nice, but we’re doing the best we can,” he said, focusing much too hard on a mushroom lodged beneath the fallen tree. He was tempted to complain on most days, his stomach unprepared for the primitive, simple diet he was suddenly forcing it to live on. It was an adjustment, to say the least, but there was a determination - an earnestness - to the way Neville tended to his crops that kept Ron from whinging as much as he would have liked. “You are, anyway,” he added, dropping one knee into the muck in order to extend his already long reach. “Give yourself a bit more credit, mate. Aha.” Straightening, he brandished his prize before dropping it into his bag, a satisfied smirk flickering across his face. 

There it was. 

Neville’s question about Harry had a noticeable effect on Ron, his posture deflating ever so slightly. Gaze averted, he heaved himself to his feet, ignoring the damp leaf litter stuck to his jeans and blowing a long breath out through his mouth. 

“I…I hope so, mate,” he finally managed. “I feel a bit bad about being the ones to drag him into all of this, but…Hermione believes in him. And I believe in her.” 

He shrugged. 

“And we’re doing loads better than we were a few months ago. I am never stealing another loaf of bread in my life. Not ever.” Neville shook his head, smiling but totally serious about that. He’d felt abysmal for days when they’d first convinced him to do it and he’d refused to do it ever since. Enough nights going to bed hungry had really helped set his mind to making the greenhouse. A good decision in the end. “I am giving myself credit but Ron, I’m bloody sick of carrots. It’s time I figure out a new crop or there might be mutiny in the ranks. here soon.” He laughed a little. “Mushrooms are the easiest things to get specimens of right now so it was the only logical choice to work on them next. Pretty sure the cravings are just a side effect of looking but not being able to eat.” Another easy laugh and Neville moved awkwardly around a thorn bush, careful not to catch his sweater on the thorns.

“Oh! I never said I didn’t believe in him I just...wondered is all.” The drop in mood was even more noticeable than Ron’s startled jump a few moments ago and Neville instantly regretted bringing it up like he had. Harry was a...touchy subject for some people. “I believe in Hermione too. If I didn’t I wouldn’t be here you know.” He’d probably still be on the run, to be completely honest, but he wouldn’t have joined her rag tag band of misfits if he hadn’t honestly thought that she was on to something good though. “He’s gotten better at Stupefy don’t you think? I think he does better with Hermione’s wand than anyone else’s. Less fires by my count.” He flashed a smile over his shoulder at Ron and then started towards a  nearby tree stump, squatting to look at its offerings. “This is perfect mushroom...Merlin’s Beard it’s the spotted kind. Abort. Abort. Abort.”

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There was a meekness to the way Neville asked for Ron’s help that suggested a fear of imposition. It was silly, really, considering that Ron was in the middle of picking at his fingernails and not working to cure a rare disease, but that was Neville’s nature, and it was a trait Ron found both irritating and endearing. Still, he’d grown used to it after seven-odd years of friendship, so it was easy to laugh it off as he shouldered his rucksack and followed Neville out of the tent. He was relieved to have an excuse to leave - a purpose. His penchant for laziness only stretched so far, and the longer they spent idling on the moors, the more restless he became.

Above them the sky was heavy and gray, threatening them between the branches of the trees. It would be easy to let the weather and their location and…well, just the overall situation drag him down, but the genuine excitement in Neville’s voice made that impossible. All the same, Ron nearly leapt out of his skin at the exclamation, his heart making a giant ascent into his throat; he cursed himself, but months on the run had changed him whether he liked it or not. Heat crept up the back of his neck, but he pushed away his embarrassment as best he could, squatting beside Neville and picking at the mushrooms with a freckled hand. “Blimey, Neville, you found mushrooms, not the fucking Holy Grail,” he teased, but deep down he knew that a case could be made. 

Blue eyes squinted up at the heavens once more, his mouth quirking into a look of uncertainty at his companion’s question.

“I don’t think so,” he answered, “but if it does I think we should keep Harry outside. Any fires he sets’ll be taken care of straightaway.”   

Neville wasn’t blind to Ron’s little jump but he opted to ignore it for Ron’s sake. He knew living on the run was stressful, but he’d hoped that it wouldn’t effect his friends quite so negatively. It was a pipe dream, to hope that he could some how keep his friends from changing too much but Neville wasn’t about to give up either. He just brightened his smile a little more in the hopes it would do the same to Ron’s. “No. Ron. You don’t understand. These are mushroom. We haven't had mushrooms in ages because I can’t figure out how to get them to grow. They always die when we compress the tent down. And I don’t know about you but if I’m already bored of carrots and potatoes. Not to mention the nutritional value!” He held up a small mushroom. “These things are packed with nutrients we haven’t been getting a lot of. Small, but mighty.” He dropped it into his bag and stood, brushing the dirt off his knees. It was futile, they were stained already, but some habits you just couldn’t break.

“Yes. Because we should totally put the guy we nearly died saving out in the rain to catch a cold. Hermione would kill us. And not quickly either.” Neville chuckled. “Let’s just keep our fingers crossed. I think it’s about time we got a break from rain anyhow.” He flapped his hands and started looking around again. He pause for a short second before talking again. “You think he’s ever going to get any better?” Neville liked Harry, he did, but it was hard some days to see him as the Chosen One. The Boy Who Lived. And the first time they’d put a wand in his hand had been an...eye opening experience to say the least.

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Thank Merlin it wasn’t raining. Neville hadn’t come the least bit prepared for a rainy day and with Britain weather you could never be quite sure if or when it was going to open up. And Neville’s luck on a good day was usually abysmal. But who went mushroom hunting with an umbrella anyways? It was only going to get in the way and it wouldn’t be the first time he’d returned to the tent sopping wet because he’d been ill prepared. That didn’t stop him from looking up at the sky every few minutes as they walked, sending a silent prayer that today was not going to be one of those days. This forest was rife with ripe mushrooms and Neville wanted to gather as many as he could. He hadn’t been able to master the art of mushroom growing in his greenhouse yet. Something about the compression charm and their biology wasn’t compatible...yet. And Neville was determine to make it work.

"There!” He’d spotted the first real batch of mushroom out of the corner of his eye, pointing an excited finger at the fallen tree. “I knew we’d find some eventually!” He’d already left Ron’s side and was kneeling on the ground, shoving as many as he could into his bag. “Careful not to pick any with white spots. The last time I ate one of those it was an unmitigated disaster.” He laughed now but by God he’d nearly sworn off mushrooms for the rest of his life after that. Another furtive glance at the deary sky. “You think it’s going to rain on us today again? I’m kind of hoping it doesn’t because I’m so sick of the rain. And with Harry’s propensity to set things on fire when he’s practicing it makes things stressful when we’re all stuck inside.”

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A-Z Challenge: @aly-naith vs. @ibuzoo

N - Neville Longbottom

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albertorosende: Fun fact: You’ll never find me in boring socks… The crazier, the better!

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   Luna found herself sleeping an hour or so later than usual after a long night scanning an old edition National Geographic magazine for clues on the whereabouts of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and so was only now crawling out of bed. She absently stuck her arms into the dirt-smudged, yellow muggle sweatshirt she kept hung on her bedpost and pulled a handknitted beanie over her ears before finding herself in their little kitchen. She made two mugs half full of oatmeal and set off to find Neville in the greenhouse.  Nobody ever seemed to see or hear Luna coming, so when the man started at her entry she just took a bite of her breakfast and patted him on the shoulder.  “Good morning, Neville,” she smiled. “I guessed you might want some help or a snack, so I brought both.” Luna set the spare mug by the carrots. “I was at least half right, it seems.” “You’ve done a lovely job,” Luna observed airily, head making a brief spin to appreciate all of his hard work. Sometimes Luna suspected people took Neville’s greenhouse for granted - how in Merlin’s name were they meant to ~resist~ on empty stomachs? It made her a small bit sad that nobody else was up helping him already, but everyone had their own roles and this way she was treated to a brief amount of alone time with one of her dearest friends.   “What do you need the most help with?” She rolled her sleeves up and moved her wand to her back pocket.

Neville’s sleepy smile brightened when his eyes landed on Luna and he chuckled softly with her, wasting no time in grabbing her offering of food. It tasted just as good as it looked, like oatmeal. He’d skipped breakfast that morning, too consumed by the idea that his carrots were finally ready for harvesting. It had taken him ages to figure out how to get them to grow in the confines of the tent when it was being store in Hermione’s seemingly endless bag. “Mornin’ Luna. You’re up early.” Neville was used to getting up before everyone else, an old habit that refused to die. “Thanks, for the food. How’d you know I hadn’t eaten yet?”

He looked over at his carrots and his smile brightened again. They really were magnificent carrots...if you didn’t take their color or shape into account. They tasted just fine and that’s what mattered in the end. “I need to get this pile of carrots in those boxes,” He motioned in the general direction of a small stack of worn crates. “Then I have to get the to the kitchen and get them all cleaned. You ever eat a dirty carrot? Gross.” He chuckled and put his now empty mug on the table, the spoon rattling around it. “Then we gotta re-plant but that’s a hurdle we’ll...hurdle when we get to it.” If they got to it. Being on the run tended to put a kink in even the best laid plans some days. He shot another smile at Luna, genuinely happy it had been her instead of someone else. “How’ve you been? It feels like ages since it was just us two.” Living in a tent with a handful of other people tended to make alone time a hard feat.

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Do you want to head to the Shrieking Shack? We could do some shrieking of our own.

“Hot.”

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“Or we’d all just strangle Malfoy, assuming he did it,” Dean turns his head to shoot Neville a knowing grin, then adding after a beat, “but that’s bound to happen eventually anyway, so I think you’d be fine.” Taking one of the lesser chipped mugs from the cupboard, he goes about putting together his cup of tea when he notices the honey strangely out of its usual place. His eyes scan the cluttered counter-top for a minute only to realize what he’d been looking for was sitting across from Neville the whole time. He’s sure there is some kind of irony in that fact, but chooses to not stress over it for once, his evening had been complicated enough already. 

Taking the seat closest to Neville, Dean adds the one final ingredient to his tea, before finally taking a sip. The soothing burn of the hot tea, mixed with the present company proved to work as an instant relaxer, and he allows himself to soak in that calmness for a moment. Even outside the greenhouse Neville emitted that same soothing aura, that made Dean want to curl up with a bit of parchment and just draw for hours. Of course lately that idea was getting muddled with the fact he wanted to curl up into Neville as well. But again, he tells himself, he’d had enough complicated for one day. 

“So,” he speaks up, enjoying the quiet of the moment, but also wanting to get in some actual conversation time with his friend. “How many people do you think are gonna slip out in the middle of the night and bail after that meeting? My money is on at least two.” 

Neville wasn’t a violent person but he smiled a little at that idea. He didn’t comment on it though, mostly because it felt a little too mean to agree to and he was too distracted by Dean’s smile to care much. He struggled to send an equally knowing smile back at him. He didn’t want to fuck this up. Neville settled into his chair as Dean walked around the kitchen. He watched him lazily, only half paying attention to stirring his own cup of tea. He was ecstatic when Dean chose to sit next to him rather than across from him, like he’d expected. He wouldn’t say it out loud but it made him feel like something was really there. That it wasn’t a figment of his imagination.

He stirred his tea few times again before taking a sip of it, careful for once, to not burn his tongue like he usually did. Dean’s question caught him a little off guard and he found himself laughing at it. “Aw, mate, have at least a little bit of faith. I don’t think anyone is going to leave.” Where else would they go? Everyone here was a wanted criminal in some aspects. If not that then a truant and those sorts of people weren’t dealt with near as nicely as one might think they would be these days. “It’s not like they came here thinking this life would be glamorous.” Neville motioned his hand around the tent. “But I’ll bet poor Hermione is going to have to hear a lot of complaining for a while.” He was forever grateful he wasn’t the defacto leader like she was. “At least I got paired up with someone I like. Poor Ron, right? Who did you get?” He took another drink of his tea, relaxed. 

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BASICS;

Full Name: Neville Albert Longbottom Nicknames: Nev Age: 20 Date of Birth: July 30,1980 Zodiac Sign: Leo Gender Identity: Cis-Male Pronouns: he/him Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Faceclaim: Alberto Rosende

OOC;

Name: Caitlin Age: 25 Pronouns: she/her Timezone: CST Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff A Fun Fact About You: This is technically two but they relate! In the span of seven months I crossed the equator twice and circumnavigated the globe at the same time!

PERSONAL;

Relationship Status: Single and pining. Place of Birth: London, England Birth Order: Oldest and only child. Spoken Languages: English Accent: London English Parents & Siblings: Alice and Frank Longbottom Hometown: London Key Relationships:

Augusta Longbottom (Grandmother) - Raised him ever since he can remember. Despite a rocky relationship he loves her deeply.

Blaise Zabini (Ally) - Neville keeps his distance. Blaise is intimidating on a good day and Neville always feels like a moron around him.

Dean Thomas (Good Friend/Crush) - Neville has liked Dean since fifth year and it’s only gotten worse lately. They’ve been friends for years though and Neville would do anything for him.

Draco Malfoy (Ally) - Much like Blaise Neville keeps his distance. He admires his courage in defecting but it’s proving hard to let past experiences go. He’d rather avoid him.

Ginny Weasley (Good Friend) - He likes her. She’s the fiery part of his little friend group and he knows he can always turn to her for a smile and pep talk.

Harry Potter (New Friend) - Neville adores him. He’s just so normal for the guy whose supposed to save the wizarding world. He’s made it his mission to keep him happy and not run away screaming.

Hermione Granger (Friend) - She intimidates him a little bit but there’s no question she’s the leader. He’ll follow her to the ends of the Earth if it means they’ll put a stop to this war. He trusts her implicitly. Almost always takes her side in an argument. Almost always.

Lavender Brown (Sorta Friend) - Neville knows her because of how close she is to Parvati but outside of that he doesn’t know her very well. He likes her though and hopes she settles in with them as well as she can.

Luna Lovegood (Good Friend) - It’s with Luna Neville often feels the most like himself sometimes. She’s a little out there but he likes that about her. It’s easy to be around her and he revels in it.

Parvati Patil (Friend) - They weren’t super close in school but they were friends. Now that she’s here Neville is desperate to make her smile again. He’s taken her under his wing and spends a lot of time with her teaching her about plants and how the Resistance works. Anything to get her mind off of whatever she’s faced.

Ron Weasley (Friend) - For Neville the similarities to Ron and Ginny end at the red hair. She’s all spitfire and zest and he’s about laughing and team work. He likes him though and enjoys when they have guard duty together.

Seamus Finnegan (Friend) - They were in the same year it was only natural they came to be friends. Neville wouldn’t sort him among his closest and dearest but he’s pretty high up there. Lately he’s been feeling a little…competitive with him, for numerous reasons.

PERSONALITY;

Positive Traits: Agreeable, Dedicated, Valiant, Loyal, Diplomatic Negative Traits: Forgetful, Shy, Hesitant, Transparent, Insecure MBTI Type: I (75% Introverted) N (55% Intuitive) F (96% Feeling) P (79% Prospecting) - T (65% Turbulent) (INFP-T, The Mediator) Moral Alignment: Neutral Good Enneagram Type: Type 2 (The Helper) Wing 3 (The Achiever) Temperament: Phlegmatic Big Five Personality Type: Agreeableness

PHYSICAL;

Hair Color & Style: Dark brown. Cut short. Just long enough to tug on but not near long enough to even consider pulling it back. It’s gotten longer than he would like but he’s not very good at cutting his own hair. Facial Hair: None, he hates it. Eye Color: Dark Brown Complexion: Fair Ethnicity: ½ Cuban (Mother) & ½ Colombian (Father) Height: 5′4″ Weight: 143 lbs Physique: Muscular and lean Strengths: Herbology and diplomacy Weaknesses: Offensive Magic and Public Speaking Movement: Careful and balanced. It always looks like he’s put a bit of thought into his movements, like he thinks about what those actions might do as a ripple effect. He rarely moves with hesitation. Mannerisms & Habits: Neville forgets things when under a huge amount of stress at the time. If it doesn’t rank highly at the time he’s liable to forget all about it. Even if he shouldn’t. He paces when he’s nervous and he’s always picking his fingernails. He likes to tuck his nose in his shirt when he’s nervous or feeling anxious. Tattoos: None Piercings: None Scars & Birthmarks: Neville doesn’t have any distinguishing birthmarks but he’s got a lot of scars. Most of which he earned his last year in Hogwarts and from living on the run. He’s probably the mostly likely to run into a tree branch without meaning to. Most of his scars are little and easily ignored. He’s not even sure what most of them are from anymore. Clothing & Style: Cozy. Neville is a fan of trousers and sweaters. He likes to keep his arms covered. He’s almost always covered in dirt. And his fingernails are never clean. He likes muted colors and patterns. He favors red, for numerous reasons. He has so many hats and scarves as gifts from Luna that he never wears the same one twice a month. 

MAGIC;

Actual Hogwarts House: Gryffindor Alternate Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff Patronus: Neville is unable to produce a corporeal patronus at this point in time. If or when he does it would take the form of a golden retriever. Boggart: Severus Snape (Even without Harry at Hogwarts there was no denying that Snape hated Neville from day one. Without Harry there to take a portion of the hate he was much, much scarier to Neville.) Blood Status: Pureblood Wand Specs: Cedar Wood, Unicorn Hair, Quidditch Team: Neville doesn’t really follow the sport. He likes it but he’s not as in love with it as everyone around him seems to be. He almost always cheers for the team his friends are cheering for.

ASSOCIATIONS;

Colors: Green Words: Soft, Warm, Flower Scent: Soil Taste: Sweet Touch: Gentle Sound: Humming Weather: Rain Feelings: Abundant and always Memories: Hogwarts, Friends Magic: Beautiful 90′s Muggle Trivia/Paraphernalia: Overwhelming

FOR FUN;

Drink Order at A Bar: Something brightly colored. Neville chooses his drinks based on how cool they look. He doesn’t care what actually in them. Karaoke Song: Wonderwall - Oasis Book/Film/Music Genre: Fantasy and Non-Fiction How They Take Their Tea/Coffee: Two sugars. Sometimes honey. Depends on what’s available at the time. He’ll drink it straight too. He’s not picky. Go-To Breakfast: Eggs and toast Sleeping Position: Starfish. Always tangled up in the sheets. Favorite Swear Word: Fucking Hell

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╳ Imperio: You sleep with at least one (1) plant within a meter of you.

╳ Imperio: An assumption, the character must confirm it or deny it.

“You clearly don’t know me very well. My mimbulus mimbletonia is always by me. I have to keep it away from the other plants. It tends to get a little lonely these days.”

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╳ Engorgio: Smash or pass: ME (seamus)

“Seamus. I love you. But I’m going to have to say pass.”

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╳ Accio: Ask for the character’s advice on something: "Mate, I've got a real problem. I'm... out on a limb. Y'see, I know I should just leaf it alone, but I can't."

“Was...was that a plant joke? I’m almost proud of you Seamus.”