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Drabble: Glances
Title: Glances
Words: 140
Rating: PG
Characters: Neville/Hannah
Summary: Neville can't help but notice the new barmaid at The Three Broomsticks.
Author's Note: Yay, my first post here! This one was written for the prompt 'chance' at sortinghatdrabs. Thank you mollywheezy for checking it over :)
Neville chanced another furtive glance in the direction of the bar.
She was still there, carefully handing a glass of frothy butterbeer to a fifth year Ravenclaw. He was delighted to see her golden hair loose and falling in curls over her shoulders. She was smiling pleasantly, her face aglow in the dim light of The Three Broomsticks.
Suddenly, Hannah’s eyes flicked in his direction and Neville hastily dropped his gaze to the glass cupped in his hands. You’re a Professor now for Merlin’s sake, he told himself, just pluck up that Gryffindor courage and go talk to her!
After a moment’s pause he looked up again to find her eyes on him and a coy smile playing on her lips. Neville’s heart flew. Battling Death Eaters was nothing compared to what Hannah Abbott’s smile could do to him.
Words: 140
Rating: PG
Characters: Neville/Hannah
Summary: Neville can't help but notice the new barmaid at The Three Broomsticks.
Author's Note: Yay, my first post here! This one was written for the prompt 'chance' at sortinghatdrabs. Thank you mollywheezy for checking it over :)
Neville chanced another furtive glance in the direction of the bar.
She was still there, carefully handing a glass of frothy butterbeer to a fifth year Ravenclaw. He was delighted to see her golden hair loose and falling in curls over her shoulders. She was smiling pleasantly, her face aglow in the dim light of The Three Broomsticks.
Suddenly, Hannah’s eyes flicked in his direction and Neville hastily dropped his gaze to the glass cupped in his hands. You’re a Professor now for Merlin’s sake, he told himself, just pluck up that Gryffindor courage and go talk to her!
After a moment’s pause he looked up again to find her eyes on him and a coy smile playing on her lips. Neville’s heart flew. Battling Death Eaters was nothing compared to what Hannah Abbott’s smile could do to him.