"Here's to good friends..."
Date: 04 June 2006
Time: mid-afternoon
Character(s) Involved: Neville, Luna, Seamus, others welcome
Complete or Incomplete: Incomplete
Rating: Let's say PG-13
Neville went inside, grateful that most of the lunch crowd had finally filed out of the pub. He hoped for a small lull in the afternoon, which meant he'd be able to speak more than his drink order to Seamus and Luna. A shopping bag hung from his fingers, containing a pair of ink bottles and a brand-new quill. The shop person at Scribbulus Everchanging Inks promised that the quill would work wonderfully on the bobbleheads.
He approached the bar, head tilting down as a couple of patrons murmurred at each other as he passed by. Since the awards ceremony had been written up in the Prophet, and most of Wizarding Britain saw his photograph and could now affix a face to his name, Neville was suddenly thrust into the Realm of the Known. And he wasn't sure if he liked it, though the twins' idea of "honouring" the Orders of Merlin winners filled him with great amusement. The bobbleheads, he thought, were a better tribute than the medals themselves.
He settled on one of the barstools, his gaze sweeping around the pub in an attempt to find a familiar face.
Time: mid-afternoon
Character(s) Involved: Neville, Luna, Seamus, others welcome
Complete or Incomplete: Incomplete
Rating: Let's say PG-13
Neville went inside, grateful that most of the lunch crowd had finally filed out of the pub. He hoped for a small lull in the afternoon, which meant he'd be able to speak more than his drink order to Seamus and Luna. A shopping bag hung from his fingers, containing a pair of ink bottles and a brand-new quill. The shop person at Scribbulus Everchanging Inks promised that the quill would work wonderfully on the bobbleheads.
He approached the bar, head tilting down as a couple of patrons murmurred at each other as he passed by. Since the awards ceremony had been written up in the Prophet, and most of Wizarding Britain saw his photograph and could now affix a face to his name, Neville was suddenly thrust into the Realm of the Known. And he wasn't sure if he liked it, though the twins' idea of "honouring" the Orders of Merlin winners filled him with great amusement. The bobbleheads, he thought, were a better tribute than the medals themselves.
He settled on one of the barstools, his gaze sweeping around the pub in an attempt to find a familiar face.