RP: Transplanting Wants
Characters: Neville Longbottom, Mafalda Hopkirk
Location: Gulliver's Greenhouse, Diagon Alley
Date: 04 November 1999, lunchtime
Status: Public
Summary: Neville's bollixing up some transplants, time to get a brain transplant.
Completion: Complete
"Neville." He looked up to see Mr. Lemuel coming over, taking the potted plant from him. "That's the third Shrivelfig you've repotted that doesn't need it. Got something on your mind, son?"
"No, sir, I mean, yes sir." He stopped and bit his lip. "I'm sorry, I guess I haven't been paying enough attention."
"Or you don't have enough to do. Don't think I haven't noticed. You're more efficient and a better salesman than my other staff." He patted Neville on the shoulder. "Take an early lunch. Make it a long one. See if you can't work out what's bothering you before you come back. See if it doesn't force the others to start carrying more weight." He gave a wink, and then practically pushed Neville out the door.
He meandered the length of Diagon, not really hungry as yet, but needing to keep moving, if only so he didn't think too hard about what happened at the Reserve. he'd spent the afternoon with the rest of the seed-gatherers, and before leaving, had responded, somewhat tentatively to Reggie's overtures. It had been strange, voluntarily kissing another bloke, but Reggie didn't mind, was a patient teacher as always, and before long, both their denims were open, Reggie's hand on him and vice versa.
It had felt so unbelievably good that it only took a few pulls by Reggie before Neville gasped out his orgasm, covering Reggie's hand with his come. Reggie had taken longer, showing Neville how he liked it, kissing him and directing him to pinch his nipples with his free hand. It had been surreal, holding a cock spasming semen and for it to not be his own. Reg had been matter-of-fact, saying he wasn't looking for a commitment or a relationship, but anytime Neville wanted a go, or someone to 'practice' on (said with a wink), to owl him.
Now, though, doubts and recriminations and worries crowded in. He needed to talk to Luna, because he didn't know what they were doing. Hadn't a bloody fucking clue what he was doing.
He stopped and stared at a reflection of himself in a storefront, lost in thought. He couldn't see a way free of any of it, not what folks expected of him, not what he expected of himself. He debated talking to Rhys, knowing the other man felt something for him, but how could he explain that he'd come to realize he might be gay at the hand of anther man? He looked at the entrance to Knockturn Alley, indecision clear on his face.
Location: Gulliver's Greenhouse, Diagon Alley
Date: 04 November 1999, lunchtime
Status: Public
Summary: Neville's bollixing up some transplants, time to get a brain transplant.
Completion: Complete
"Neville." He looked up to see Mr. Lemuel coming over, taking the potted plant from him. "That's the third Shrivelfig you've repotted that doesn't need it. Got something on your mind, son?"
"No, sir, I mean, yes sir." He stopped and bit his lip. "I'm sorry, I guess I haven't been paying enough attention."
"Or you don't have enough to do. Don't think I haven't noticed. You're more efficient and a better salesman than my other staff." He patted Neville on the shoulder. "Take an early lunch. Make it a long one. See if you can't work out what's bothering you before you come back. See if it doesn't force the others to start carrying more weight." He gave a wink, and then practically pushed Neville out the door.
He meandered the length of Diagon, not really hungry as yet, but needing to keep moving, if only so he didn't think too hard about what happened at the Reserve. he'd spent the afternoon with the rest of the seed-gatherers, and before leaving, had responded, somewhat tentatively to Reggie's overtures. It had been strange, voluntarily kissing another bloke, but Reggie didn't mind, was a patient teacher as always, and before long, both their denims were open, Reggie's hand on him and vice versa.
It had felt so unbelievably good that it only took a few pulls by Reggie before Neville gasped out his orgasm, covering Reggie's hand with his come. Reggie had taken longer, showing Neville how he liked it, kissing him and directing him to pinch his nipples with his free hand. It had been surreal, holding a cock spasming semen and for it to not be his own. Reg had been matter-of-fact, saying he wasn't looking for a commitment or a relationship, but anytime Neville wanted a go, or someone to 'practice' on (said with a wink), to owl him.
Now, though, doubts and recriminations and worries crowded in. He needed to talk to Luna, because he didn't know what they were doing. Hadn't a bloody fucking clue what he was doing.
He stopped and stared at a reflection of himself in a storefront, lost in thought. He couldn't see a way free of any of it, not what folks expected of him, not what he expected of himself. He debated talking to Rhys, knowing the other man felt something for him, but how could he explain that he'd come to realize he might be gay at the hand of anther man? He looked at the entrance to Knockturn Alley, indecision clear on his face.