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((October 24th...after curfew....that's Friday if you've lost track))

Colin finished the last of his homework in his dorm room.  He wasn't very tired, so he skipped down to the Gryffindor common room to see who else was awake.

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[kestralsfan]

Tired? Not at all. Seamus had enough energy for the time of night to surprise even himself. And he was normally bouncing off the walls. But it was cold. And he didn't want to go out in the cold. So Seamus settled for sitting by the fire, playing chess with Dean and making little blue and purple swirls of...gas...stuff... with his wand.

He turned around as he heard someone by the dorm stairs, to quickly though. He let out a soft cry and massaged the neck muscle he had just pulled.

"Oy, Colin," he said.

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"Oy, Seamus," Colin echoed and sat down so he could watch the game. "I dunno a thing about chess. Who's winning?"

[good_with_quill]

Dean looked up as Colin bounded down the stairs and Seamus twisted his neck. He let out a low "ouch."

"Not entirely sure," Dean answered. I'm still trying to figure out how my King got all the way over there." He pointed to a corner of the board by Seamus's foot.

"You seem almost as hyper as Shay here. Did you drink a Red Bull or something?"

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"What's a Red Bull?" Colin asked curiously. He was Muggle-born, but not always on top of things.

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Colin look as though he might explode from ecstacy. "That's brilliant, Neville!" he glowed. "Are you too tired tonight?"

[headboyneville]

"The sooner the better, Colin. Ask away."

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"I better get something to take notes with," Colin said. "My memory never works when I want it to. I'll be right back!" He jumped up and ran to the dormitory.

[headboyneville]

Neville watched Colin leave, and remembered a time not too long ao when Colin had wanted a picture of Harry every chance he got. That was also the year Colin had been petrified by the Basilisk.

So much had happened, just in Neville's small lifetime. Voldemort had been defeated, and brought back. He'd been alive for the end of the old war, and the start of the new one. And if Voldemort had made a different choice, it might have been Neville with a scar onhis forhead instead of Harry.

Lost in his own thoughts, Neville remained quiet, even though he was surrounded by some of his best mates. It was overwhelming.

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Colin looked slightly horrified when Neville started crying. "Well, if...if, they have a clean bill of health they can't be cursed can they?"

[headboyneville]

Neville sighed.

"It doesn't work that way. I really wish it did. They are completely healthy and sane, but the curse of drinking unicorn blood is that their entire life will be cursed from that point forward, that they will live only a half life. I'm afraid it's no more specific than that, and once drunk, it can't be undone."

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"That's awful," Colin said glumly. "You Know Who's a real git, isn't he?"

[headboyneville]

You have no idea.

"Come on, Colin. Voldemort. Saying it isn't going to conjure him up. I prefer calling him Moldywarts myself, but this is an official interview."

Neville winked at Colin, and smiled broadly. It made him feel better knowing what a totally insane git Tom Riddle really was.