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[truebravery]

[Having been warned by everyone else's responses, Neville decides not to open his present right away. From the sounds of it, this santa is some kind of sick bugger. There's a letter on top of his presents though, so he tentatively picks it up to read it. No one's warned him about letters yet

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[off_beet]

[Luna was just about to throw one of her homemade garlands over Neville's fence when she sees the tendrils. Alarmed, she drops them and cautiously approaches the house]

Neville-?

[truebravery]

[He's just rushed out. There's a long scratch on his left arm: it seems the plant does not wish to eat any of the kinds of plantfood that Neville's aquired already.

He ignores his name when he hears it, thinking it's the bloody plant again, but he'll spot Luna on the other side of his fence and run (carefully) over]

Luna! Stay away from the plant!

[off_beet]

[ Luna stares at him, then slowly stares at the plant, then back to Neville ]

...I. Don't believe I've seen a plant like that before.

[ she notices the scratch ]

Are you alright?

[truebravery]

[headshake] Neither. It's a little like a Venomous Tentacula, except carnivorous, and angrier.

[he frowns, looks from one arm in a sling to the other with the scratch] I've had better Christmases, that's- [FEEED ME, NEVILLE, interrupts the plant] That's for sure.

[armywithcountry]

[So far, it has not been a very good Christmas for Prussia. He'd hopped into the tank they'd given him, having woken up early enough to miss the mass panic, and been trapped inside while it destroyed everything around him and while he saw the whole town being burned alive. Even after he'd managed to get out of the tank and figure out it had been a hallucination, it didn't stop him from being sick all over the street at the memory of the sight and the smell of his little brother on fire. He dragged himself back home, heading towards the guest room that he's converted into an armory and grabbing his best guns, but Neville's screams instantly has him running back out, a gun in one hand and a sword in another.]

The fuck's happening now? [He takes in the situation immediately and jerks his head towards the door.] What's in there?

[truebravery]

[Clutching his injured arm to his chest and trying to take deep breaths, Neville will be a moment before he's calm enough to answer]

It's a present. From Santa. A giant plant. Possibly carnivorous. [And instead of trying to explain about his arm, he'll just hold it out and show you first hand.]

[armywithcountry]

A plant? Shouldn't be too hard to take care of.

[He glances down at Neville's arm and whistles between his teeth.]

The fuck did you ask for, kid, some kinda armor? Right, kill whatever's in there first, treat your arm after the place's been secured. [He jerks his head towards the guest room.] If you can use a weapon with your good arm, pick one from there. If you can't, stay out of my fucking way.

[truebravery]

It's not an ordinary plant! [Neville tries to throw his arm across the doorway and block it.] It's... Magical. Probably aware of it's surroundings and a lot smarter than you think!

And it's got giant teeth!

[inheritedtales]

[If there's one way to make sure your friends came, Neville, even without meaning to, it's saying there's a dangerous plant attacking. Hermione had heard that and made her way to Stone Street as quickly as possible. Arriving in front of the house made her take a sharp intake of breath at his window and then the boy. Her brows furrowed and she wished desperately she had her magic.]

Neville. [She's watching that window, thinking of years of Herbology and counting the fact that if Neville couldn't think of something...]

[truebravery]

Hermione!

Stay away from the plant, I think it eats flesh- [he'll try to get her inside the house with his good arm]

[inheritedtales]

Flesh? [She managed it although something certainly caught in her throat, but more importantly... Neville's arm.] What exactly happened, Neville?

[From the looks she's already figured out he opened his presents. :|]

[truebravery]

[he nods. Flesh.]

I read the letter, the one with the presents, and as soon as I was done this [he motions his arm, then winces] happens and that plant started tearing it's way out of the box.

[truebravery]

That mental santa stuck my wand in my bloody arm.