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closed: Good Grief
Unsurprisingly Neville could not seem to find Recall in his mess of an office. Admittedly, he could see that it was getting a bit above and beyond his usual amount of organized chaos ( Read more... ) -
Flashback; Open: Hogwarts, 1998
Neville lifted himself off the cold, stone floor of the dungeons once the Carrows finally let him go. His body felt like it was on fire- completely and totally in pain. Part of him wanted to just stay on the ground, to stop trying, but a larger part of him knew he had to get back to Gryffindor Tower before something happened to anyone else ( Read more... ) -
Are they okay? Please tell me, they're ok [Backdated to the evening of the Solar Flare].
If there was ever a time when Neville wished he could be at two places at once, it was now. The damage Hogwarts took in the, hm, well- magical hiatus, was astounding. His own greenhouses not excluded. The Fire-Breaking Snapdragon's fiery breath proved to actually be strong enough to completely torch all seven greenhouses ( Read more... ) -
A creative detention at Hogwarts; closed.
Neville was certain he had found the last of the Leaping Toadstools and secured them in moss covered cages. He sighed and patted the top of the box absent mindedly. He really wasn't one for giving detentions, but when students cause chaos for the entire castle, well, it couldn't really be avoided ( Read more... ) -
Wandering Diagon Alley. Open.
Neville was just not quite ready to return to Hogwarts after his most recent visit with his parents. With Minerva watching his house while he was out, he knew he had some time before he would be missed ( Read more... ) -
Andrew Kirke; closed. Forward-dated.
It had been a good two days ( Read more... ) -
A Longbottom Christmas; closed.
For nearly eight years now, Neville started visiting his parents on his own, without the accompaniment of his Grandmother. He thought if he had more one on one time with them... well, maybe... Well, he accepted long ago that they probably never would embrace him as their son ( Read more... ) -
Professor Linney, to the greenhouse please.
Neville was working carefully in his private greenhouse, or rather, his office, depending on his need for it. Over the last few weeks he was using most of his spare time on creating a more advanced burn remedy. He felt the need to do something to help, and was designing one to match the burns described in the Prophet.
His idea was not only to ( Read more... ) -
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