A Thoughtful Morning
Who : Neville and ANYONE
When : August 6th, from 4.30 to about 8.30.
Where : The garden
Rating : TBA
Summary : Neville watches the sunrise, then waits for people to join him in the garden.
Neville had to give it to the Ministry; they really knew their stuff in sending them here. He didn't doubt that it was entertaining. The squabbling, the drunken parties, the games, the truth. It was all...it was unbelievable. It was too much.
He had found himself having to readjust to certain things. Not everyone was a hero in the same way that he had been. He found himself...acknowledging, somehow, that Rita Skeeter was in fact a hero in her own way. No; she hadn't stood up and faced Voldemort and been willing to die for this; but she had protected the people she loved. Neville would have done as much, he supposed, if he hadn't have had a reason to fight.
He'd thought about Bellatrix a lot, too. He thought constantly about what he would have done had he come face to face with her in the battle. He would have killed her in an instant. But what of afterwards? How would he have felt?
His eyes drifted down the garden from the new extension in which he now stood, falling onto Montague's tent.
If he had been wrong about Skeeter. Could he have been wrong about other people too? Was there something that Kevin concealed that Neville simply couldn't, or didn't want to understand? Was he so very blind; so Gryffindorishly altruistic, that he couldn't see the truth?
The dawn light was grey and cold, biting through the thin shirt that he wore as he overlooked the garden, and he couldn't help but hate himself for being so blind; so stupid. He wrapped his arms a little tighter around himself, watching the cold mist lift from the ground up into the slowly lightening air. It was beautiful, even though it was bitterly cold, but sadly, it announced the awakening of the fellow housemates.
Neville simply stood and waited as the sun rose over the wall and lit him up, feeling the warmth spreading over him. He sighed and closed his eyes, just letting it sink in. It wouldn't be long now...they'd begin to ebb out from their breakfast to start on the task that lay before them.
Godric forbid that they would go without magic for the rest of their stay here.
When : August 6th, from 4.30 to about 8.30.
Where : The garden
Rating : TBA
Summary : Neville watches the sunrise, then waits for people to join him in the garden.
Neville had to give it to the Ministry; they really knew their stuff in sending them here. He didn't doubt that it was entertaining. The squabbling, the drunken parties, the games, the truth. It was all...it was unbelievable. It was too much.
He had found himself having to readjust to certain things. Not everyone was a hero in the same way that he had been. He found himself...acknowledging, somehow, that Rita Skeeter was in fact a hero in her own way. No; she hadn't stood up and faced Voldemort and been willing to die for this; but she had protected the people she loved. Neville would have done as much, he supposed, if he hadn't have had a reason to fight.
He'd thought about Bellatrix a lot, too. He thought constantly about what he would have done had he come face to face with her in the battle. He would have killed her in an instant. But what of afterwards? How would he have felt?
His eyes drifted down the garden from the new extension in which he now stood, falling onto Montague's tent.
If he had been wrong about Skeeter. Could he have been wrong about other people too? Was there something that Kevin concealed that Neville simply couldn't, or didn't want to understand? Was he so very blind; so Gryffindorishly altruistic, that he couldn't see the truth?
The dawn light was grey and cold, biting through the thin shirt that he wore as he overlooked the garden, and he couldn't help but hate himself for being so blind; so stupid. He wrapped his arms a little tighter around himself, watching the cold mist lift from the ground up into the slowly lightening air. It was beautiful, even though it was bitterly cold, but sadly, it announced the awakening of the fellow housemates.
Neville simply stood and waited as the sun rose over the wall and lit him up, feeling the warmth spreading over him. He sighed and closed his eyes, just letting it sink in. It wouldn't be long now...they'd begin to ebb out from their breakfast to start on the task that lay before them.
Godric forbid that they would go without magic for the rest of their stay here.