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Grow Where You're Planted

Jul 21, 2006 17:26

Date: Friday, 21 July, 2000
Time: Noon
Place: St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries
Characters Involved: Seamus Finnigan, and Neville Longbottom, Private
Rating: G
Complete or Incomplete: Complete

( Living is having ups and downs and sharing them with friends. - Trey Parker & Matt Stone )

status: complete, status: invitation only, location: st mungos, character: neville longbottom, character: seamus finnigan

Comments 18

forevernev July 22 2006, 09:15:17 UTC

Neville finally emerged through the greenhouse door, his hair mussed more than usual and his usually khaki workrobes stained an odd shade of bright purple. He appeared slightly out of breath, though once he spotted Seamus, he greeted his friend with a wave and a faint grin. After exchanging words with the witch at the Apothecary counter, he beckoned Seamus over.

"Sorry about all this bother," he sighed, careful not to raise his voice loud enough for Wendoline to hear. She had basically spearheaded the changes in visitor policy, and it seemed to make even more sense after the werewolf attack. Not that Neville was a target. Not yet, at any rate. "Brilliant to see you anyway. We've had a busy morning. Um, suppose you can tell by the-uh..." He vaguely pointed at himself, and then tried to smooth out some of the deeper wrinkles creasing his robe. All the while he completely ignored the fact that he resembled a ripe blueberry, in color if not in shape ( ... )

safinnigan July 22 2006, 21:33:07 UTC

Seamus followed Neville off to the plant rooms at St. Mungo’s with no small trepidation. He’d liked Professor Sprout’s classes at Hogwarts well enough, but plants were no more his forte than potions. The earthy loam smell that greeted him as he entered the greenhouse made the déjà vu of the atmosphere complete. As he ducked to step under the ivy, he felt as if he were stepping back in time; back to a much simpler time when he and Nev were towermates and classmates, not veterans of a war that had not turned out quite as either one had imagined ( ... )

forevernev July 23 2006, 03:17:43 UTC

Neville eagerly eyed the bundle of old newspapers. "Oh! I'll have them." He slid his hands down the sides of his trousers to clear the worst of the dirt off, then held them out towards Seamus, ready to receive the stack. "We keep the lot in here," he explained, heading towards a tall wicker bin set at the end of a row of frilly flowering shrubs. The top of the bin flipped open, displaying a generous pile of old Daily Prophets within. "Best place for the Prophet," he added in a very low voice. "And we've a backroom for taking breaks and meals. We could head that way?" He pointed to a door at the far side of the greenhouse ( ... )

safinnigan July 25 2006, 19:04:54 UTC

Seamus gratefully gave the large stack of Prophet’s to Neville, glad to see them go in a place headed for the compost heap ( ... )

Thread 15

safinnigan August 1 2006, 00:43:50 UTC

“Aye, lad, Tonks luv is good as gold, that one.” He smiled and raised his Butterbeer bottle to clink against Neville’s in salute to their mutual friend ( ... )

forevernev August 1 2006, 02:26:30 UTC

Neville had no real suggestions for Seamus other than what they (and much of the rest of the Order) had fallen into: wait and see. No one predicted where Greyback would strike next, but strike he did, hard and close. The thought caused an inadvertent shiver to run up his spine. And upon that thought layered another one: darker, deeper, more terrifying in its inevitability. If Greyback had an agenda, then what would stop Bellatrix Lestrange from exploiting it ( ... )

safinnigan August 2 2006, 00:20:20 UTC

Seamus just nodded at Neville’s words about Malfoy. What else was there to say? The man was dangerous, they knew it, and there was little or nothing to be done about it. The Order of the Phoenix intended surveillance. That was pitiful, but at least it was something ( ... )