celebrate. harry potter. neville/charlie. pg. 100.
ao3.
neville didn’t even have to look up to see who’d greeted him. he’d know that baritone anywhere.
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prompt #472: harvest.
“Hey, Nev,” a deep voice sounded in Neville’s ear. Neville didn’t even have to look up to see who’d greeted him. He’d know that baritone anywhere. Charlie Weasley. The gruff voice didn’t fit the jovial man who owned it and despite knowing the man for most of his life, it still gave Neville pause every time he heard it.
“Good harvest this year?”
Neville tried not to shiver in response to such an innocuous question.
“Great. Best season in ages.”
“Well,” Charlie leaned in, whispering into Neville’s ear. “We’ll have to think of a way to celebrate then, won’t we?”
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