Sorry I Attacked Your Face [closed]

[marloww]

It had been a weird few days, Marlow trying to make sense of it all while also preparing for the final semester of the school year. So with lesson plans and moving plans eating up most of her time, she had completely let her prior conversation with Neville fall by the wayside

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[nevilleee]

Neville opened the window of his greenhouse office to let Marlow's owl in. The hairs on his skin stood up, a mixture from the rush of cold air and thinking of Marlow thinking about him.

But, once he realized what was in the package, he pushed that all away for a moment. He took the necessary precautions to keep the Dittany as fresh and healthy as possible for him to work with later. He was so certain this was all that was his ointment needed.

Then, he opened the letter, and a swarm of different feelings came over him as his eyes traced her handwriting. What in the world was going on with him?!

With a slightly shaky hand, he returned the following letter with her owl.

Marlow,
Don't be sorry-there's no reason to be sorry. Uh, for anything? Well, maybe a little sorry, this is WEIRD...

Thank you, this is perfect.

Best,
Neville

[marloww]

Brutus came tapping on her office window not much later than when she had sent the Dittany off, a letter in his talons. She gave Brutus a little scratch under his neck, offering him her leftover scone from breakfast before tucking herself into her chair and opening the parchment.

She smiled, hearing his uneven tone in her head as she read his words.

Neville,

Let me know how it all goes, yeah? If you need any help at all, you know where my office is. Though, I'm probably not the best person to ask-

-Marlow

[nevilleee]

Neville hadn't been expecting a response, his stomach went into knots.

Marlow,
I would, but I can't. I just.. can't.

Thank you, you'll be the first to know when it's done, because.. I can't!

Best,
NevilleAs Neville watched Brutus fly away again, he stood by the window, letting the cool breeze flow over him to calm his nerves. He had to steady himself and get his mind in a place to do his work. He took several deep breaths, then closed the windows and walked away when he heard little squeals of displeasure from his plants

[nevilleee]

He quickly, and carefully as he could, for his hands were shaking from the pain, he removed the container of the ointment from the pocket in his robe. He gingerly rubbed the salve on his blistered, bleeding skin. His eyes went directly to the clock hanging above the entrance, and gritted his teeth against the pain. The seconds seemed like an eternity, but had to hold onto his consciousness

[marloww]

Marlow had been distracting herself by redecorating the bedroom attached to her office, the place that would soon become more than just a place she stayed during the hectic periods of the semesters. It was going to be her home very shortly (once she drummed up the courage to return to her flat and move the rest of her things out, of course). So, she had been trying to rearrange the art hanging on her walls, her wand at the ready, portraits hanging midair when a small barn owl came at her window.

She hadn't expected Neville's response so quickly- wasn't sure she expected one at all given how absolutely weird things were between them.

Still, she was surprised.

She moved back into her office, managing to jot down the most coherent letter she could to Hestia and sending off the ointment before pulling out a new piece of parchment to send back to Neville.

Neville,

Just sent everything off to Hestia. I can't believe you managed everything so quickly. Please tell me you weren't burning yourself again, though.

-Marlow

[nevilleee]

Apparently, both of them were going to continue to think this conversation was over, until it wasn't.

Neville was just about to bundle himself up and run to Gryffindor Tower to tell his prefects that he was going out for a bit for a much needed, comforting butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks when Brutus was at his window once more.

Despite having gone through the day he had just gone through, his palms started to become clammy now that he wasn't concentrated on his work.

He petted Brutus and took the letter over to his desk. He was about to go to Gryffindor Tower, but... he wasn't ready to talk to her again. Especially after he ran away from her at the party.

Marlow,
Wouldn't have been able to do it without you, the fresh Dittany made all the difference.

I... well, I kind of had to, you know? Nearly good as new, though.

Best,
Neville