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]

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.

Ten seconds for the pain to dull.
Twenty more seconds for the creepy feeling to start.
One minute for the pain to vanish.
Two minutes for the crawling feeling to end.

If he had not witnessed it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it. The ointment dried up once more, brown and seemingly out of it's power. He carefully wiped it away, but direct contact brought a certain amount of pain. But, in place for his open wounds, there was very bright red, but definitely wonderful skin under the crust.

He spent the next hour poking at the fresh skin, taking down his observation notes. It was fragile and extremely tender, but it was undoubtedly working skin.

Neville then went to work writing up a proper report of his ingredients, recipe, methods, and findings into something, hopefully, comprehensible. He was beside himself, he couldn't believe it worked. Or, that he had tickled a sleeping dragon like that. That was something he would never do again.

Finally, he picked up another piece of fresh parchment with the sun hanging low in the sky, and started another letter to Marlow. He attached a carefully preserved container of the salve, and attached both, with his report, to his borrowed school owl. Maybe one day he would get his own, but it felt wrong to have two pets when he had so little time with Trevor as it was.

Attached to this small barn owl, the letter addressed to Marlow, all thought of their kiss in the back of his mind at the moment, read:

Marlow,

It works! At least, so far it works! If you could please send the report and container along to your friend at St. Mungo's, I'd really appreciate it. Someone who really knows what they're doing should study it further.

Best,
Neville

[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