[[ ninth seed ]] back from the dead
[and so it is that, two weeks after being ran through with a sword and reduced to giblets, Neville Longbottom wakes up in his bed. it's like drifting back up to the surface after being underwater for an eternity. he lies very still for some time, blinking slowly up at the ceiling as he regains his bearings. he remembers death, fear and paranoia but after that it's a little fuzzy. he remembers--a sword. a sword]
Gah!
[sits straight up in bed, scrabbling at his clothes--the same clothes he was wearing that night--patting himself down and yanking up his shirt to check his chest. there's no wound, no scar, no nothing to prove what he vaguely remembers happening. lets out a long, heavy sigh and relief, and then he remembers--]
Risika!
[leaps out of bed and across the room to the table where he sees his journal lying, and quickly flips it open]
Risika! Risika, are you here? Are you okay?
((aaaaand Neville's back from the dead! open post is open, even though he's really worried for Risika XD))
Gah!
[sits straight up in bed, scrabbling at his clothes--the same clothes he was wearing that night--patting himself down and yanking up his shirt to check his chest. there's no wound, no scar, no nothing to prove what he vaguely remembers happening. lets out a long, heavy sigh and relief, and then he remembers--]
Risika!
[leaps out of bed and across the room to the table where he sees his journal lying, and quickly flips it open]
Risika! Risika, are you here? Are you okay?
((aaaaand Neville's back from the dead! open post is open, even though he's really worried for Risika XD))