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Post by neville frank longbottom on Nov 7, 2011 14:24:06 GMT -5
 neville frank longbottom had always been considered as the outcast. he had always had the feeling that he did not fit into any of the houses at hogwarts. he was definitely not a slytherin. the last thing he was was ambitious so it was clear in his mind that he never would have fit in with them. he was not quite smart either, even though he was one of the best in herbology. he was not quite creative either, which meant that he never would have fit in with the ravenclaws either. even though he had been considered brave by his friends after his first year because of the way he had stood up to hermione, ron and harry and because of last year, he still did not think that he fit in in his very own house. there was only hufflepuff left. neville had always been the loyal type. there was nothing more important in his life than his friends and his family and he never would give up on defending them all. for that, hufflepuff would have seemed the most suitable house for him. but then again, neville was not a hard worker. whenever a homework got too difficult for him, he would find someone to help him out, giving up on doing it all by himself. so he guessed that he did not fit in hufflepuff either. the boy sometimes wandered why he was in hogwarts after all. oh, trust me, for him, there was nothing better in the world than to be here. it felt right, he knew his place was here. it was better than being with his grandmother anyway. he simply had not found his true place in the castle yet. the only place where he ever felt like he was home was in herbology classes, which explained why he would spend most of his time taking care of the plants. neville had also never been quite certain as to what he wished to do once he got out of hogwarts. there were not many options for someone who had grades like his and he knew it perfectly. he had once taught about taking the herbology teacher spot once it would open up. he had talked with his herbology teacher about it and even with mcgonagall, eventually. however, he had never found himself worthy of teaching at hogwarts. to be honest, neville had always admird every single one of his teachers, even the weirdest or the creepiest of them all. even professor snape. they had such knowledge and such great qualities, he thought. he was convinced that he would not have shown the same qualities if he had ever been given the chance to work alongside them. yes, he definitely had a low self-esteem. it came from the fact that his grandmother would always make him feel horrible about himself and about the grades he got. she somewhat made him feel like he did not deserve to be a longbottom. and he knew it. to be honest, neville wished he would have been more like his father. his grandmother would constantly talk about the man, telling him how great he had been during his day. maybe if neville had been a little bit more like frank. the apple definitely had not fallen close to the tree and the boy would have done anything to change that. to put it simply, he did not like who he was. as he walked out of the castle, running a hand through his messy brown hair, he quickly made his way to his favourite spot, the green houses. he let out a deep, long sigh as he got there, smiling when he saw the numerous plants who obviously needed to be taken care of. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - credit , to me  tagged , for miss alice ava fortescue, aka abby. music , stuffies. outfit , clickers, bby.words , SIX TWO SIX. notes , well, that was a lame post.
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Post by alice ava fortescue on Nov 7, 2011 14:53:58 GMT -5
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[/div] Something in the Way she Moves Alice was never one for herbology. She was terrible at it. She was constantly told that if she did not excel at taking care of a plant how the hell would she be able to take care of children once she gets to the point. She just wanted to slap her father for that statement. She basically had a nasty temper, but she was one to prove others wrong. So that morning Alice got up, brushed her long red hair, threw on some work clothes, and headed out to the green house things. Alice got the idea that if maybe she tried on her own, she would get somewhere.
The girl slowly made her way down to the plants, she was trying oh so hard to avoid it. She even stopped to talk to a few Hufflepuffs. They of course had nothing interesting in her opinion to talk about, leaving the conversation to have an early end. The girl was quite brave and bold. She never really cared for others opinions and usually had a hero complex about her. It was odd thing to see in a girl of her stature but it was true, that was how it was for the girl.
She finally found herself at the green houses. Alice was completely dread it. Well that was until she saw someone else in there. Her heart stopped, could it be? Was it him? Her face brightened up and she rushed over to him. “Frank!” she gave him a large hug from behind before noticing it was not Frank at all. Just someone who look almost identical to him, except some features were a bit different. “Oops!” she laughed letting go of the boy. “’orry ‘bout that mate. I thought you were Longbottom. But apparently you are not.” The girl stepped back from him and definitely looked at him.
It was uncanny how the two ressembled each other. Not to mention how this one, reminded her of someone else. Maybe he was a cousin to Frank. Alice giggled. “I don’t believe I’ve met you!” It would many years before she would have, “But you seem familiar.” The girl’s green eyes looked him over. Something was pulling at her. Who could he be? The girl when back to his face. He was quite tall, and handsome, definitely like Frank. She smiled at him and held out her hand, “I’m Alice Fortescue, and you are?”
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Post by neville frank longbottom on Nov 7, 2011 17:33:54 GMT -5
neville liked making friends and meeting new people, as long as they did not simply want to make fun of him. he was a really friendly boy. he was really sociable, but his shy would always hide that particular side of him, making him turn brightly red whenever someone, boy or girl, ugly or pretty, would come up to him and start talking to him. he would prefer being the one to go talk to the person, or, even more, not having to talk to someone new. he already had enough difficulty as it was to handle talking to his current friends, particularly with hermione, ginny and luna. hermione, well, simply because she was a smart girl and he had the feeling she would get bored at everything he would say. he knew that she would have never told him just that, but he would have hated to be bothering her. as for ginny, well, it was mostly because she was simply a girl and the fact that she was so outspoken did not help him at all. it was slightly different when it came to luna, however. the ravenclaw was also very outspoken and confident, but neville was not as scared as he was with the other girls around her. she was softer, gentler, and he never had the feeling that he was bothering her whenever they would talk. well, all this to say that, when neville felt thin arms wrapped around his torso and heard a female, though familiar voice, coming from behind him, the gryffindor’s eyes threatened to jump right out of his skull. he jumped, quickly moving out of the grasp of the girl who was standing behind him and spun around. he had been scared not only because of the surprise or because it was a girl who was holding him, but also because of the fact that she had called him frank. now, the only frank he knew was.. when he saw her, his heart, which had already been beating fast due to the stress, started beating even faster, now threatening to jump right out of his chest and he stared at the girl, chewing on the inside of his cheek nervously. uh.. i-i’m.. i’m n-not.. he managed to stutter but could not finish his sentence. he was lucky enough for her to realize her mistake and apologize. he shook his head lightly, letting her know that she did not need to be sorry for only that. now that he was looking at her (or rather staring at her), he realized exactly who she was. when she presented herself, it only confirmed his doubts and his jaw dropped. he thought he was going to faint, but he managed to hold himself up by holding tightly onto the table on which the plants were. what was he supposed to say? ever since dumbledore had told them where they were, neville had done everything to not meet either of his parents to avoid exactly that kind of situation in which he would not know what to say and would probably end up running away. he could not lie to her, she was his mother. however, what else was he supposed to say? that he was her son and that he had time travelled to warn her of something? maybe.. maybe he could have warned her about bellatrix. but then again, dumbledore had told them not to say anything to anyone about the current situation and he had been doing quite well until now. he looked into the green eyes of his mother, taking a deep breath. i uh.. i-i’m n-neville. he stuttered, willingly leaving out his last name as he was not creative enough to invent one on the spot. he prefered for her to wander why he was leaving it out of their conversation instead of coming up with something really stupid, which was, with him, likely to happen eventually. the less he talked, the better this would go and he would be able to go back to his normal activities. however, as he looked at his mother once more, he had a feeling that this would not end anytime soon. in a way, he was glad that she had found him. neville cruelly lacked love from either of his parents in his life. all he wanted to do was jump in her arms and hold her forever as she told him that everything was going to be just fine. but he knew that he simply could not do that. if he did, she would probably think he was some crazy psycopath. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - credit , to me tagged , for miss alice ava fortescue, aka abby. music , stuffies. outfit , clickers, bby.words , SEVEN SIX SEVEN. notes , bahahahahaha, neville and his mother, funtimes!
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Post by alice ava fortescue on Nov 8, 2011 18:50:55 GMT -5
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[/div] Something in the Way she Moves Alice looked at the boy. She had really freaked him out, she could tell by his expression. The girl bit her lip and began to play with her fingers. Normally Alice was a bit ball of fun. She was confident and everything, but as soon as she did something wrong, she sort of became nervous and a bit like the guy in front of her. She looked at his eyes. It was bugging her how familiar he looked. She couldn’t believe it or try to get the name of who he reminded her of. It just wouldn’t form in her brain, even if it was herself he reminded her of. But of course she would never guess it. She looked down at her hands. “Look I am really ‘orry for hugging you.” She looked back up at him. “I have this tendency to act before I think and I just land myself in bad ‘ituations. Like this.” She shrugged, “So, I am ‘orry for it.” she then gave him a bright smile. The girl was a bit bi-polar, if you thought about it.
The girl ran a hand through her dark auburn hair before rubbing the back of her neck. It was her little habit or whatever you would like to call it. “Neville?” she thought about it and let it roll over her tongue. “That is a brilliant name!” she nodded. Alice was just so sweet. She was basically innocent to everything about her, but it really didn’t stop her from interacting with people. “You parents have good taste!” (soooo could not help that (: ) Alice’s green eyes swept over the area and a question came to her mind.
She of course didn’t know the boy, she just met him, but he looked like the type who wouldn’t be alone. It prompted her to the asking of her next question. “Neville why are you all alone in the greenhouses?” she raised an eyebrow and put her hands on her hips. Alice would have never chose to come to the greenhouses, she never got along thought with the subject connected to it. But Alice was here none the less, but only because she was having so much trouble in her class, she needed to study more outside of class. At least she could see that in herself, unlike a few others. Alice waited there patiently watching Neville. He looked a bit off. She wondered if he was okay.
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Post by neville frank longbottom on Nov 12, 2011 9:12:12 GMT -5
neville could not help but get slightly emotionnal as he ran his eyes over his mother’s figure. she was a beautiful young lady and he understood why his father had fallen madly in love with her. she was perfect, from her auburn hair to her bright smile. he soon felt tears come up to his eyes when she apologized to him for hugging him. now that he knew it was his mother who had jumped on him like that, he would have wanted to be held forever by her. during all his childhood, he had cruelly lacked motherly love even if his grandmother had attempted several times to give him some. she definitely was not a loving mother, particularly to neville. whenever they would go visit his parents at st mungo’s, all he had wanted to do was jump right in his mother’s arms and hold her forever. this chance had just been given to him, however, and he had passed right over it. he moved his hand to quickly pass it over his face and wipe at his eyes, hoping that she had not noticed the tear rolling down his cheek for a second before he could stop it. he attempted to smile at her, but it was too much to ask him. his lips formed somewhat of a small smile and twisted his face in a way that looked painful. when he realized that, instead of scaring her away with it, he quickly wiped it right off of his face and smiled a little more naturally. however, as soon as she said his name, the young man beamed and took a more comfortable standing position, standing proudly. back in the present, he had not heard her say his name in a while now and it simply felt so right to be hearing it come out of her mouth. y-yes, they we— he stopped himself. technically, here, they were still alive. they a-are t-the best.. he continued, having a large grin upon his lips as he turned back towards the plants and started taking care of them once again. even if neville would have prefered having company than being alone, he knew that most of his friends did not quite enjoy the wonderful art behind herbology classes. they did not understand where his passion came from. it was really simple, however. it came from the fact that it was pretty much the only class he was truly good at. it was the only act which did not require having great magic abilities. he liked other classes, such as charms and transfiguration. however, he did not succeed in any of them. professor flitwick and professor mcgonagall even had suggested for him to take extra classes after class everyday for him to get better. it was no use. as hard as he tried constantly, he was not getting any better at it and he eventually simply abandonned the idea of getting good at any of it. he looked back at his mother once she talked again. o-oh.. uh.. he said, frowning lightly. how exactly was he supposed to explain all of this in a few words? he had never been quite good at making things quick. p-plants like.. c-calm.. easier to t-take c-care of t-them when you’re a-alone.. he said, a light smile covering his lips as he moved around the table and sighed lightly, taking care of the plants on the other side of the table. he had already attempted to correct his stuttering habit. it was not as present with people he knew. sure, technically, he knew his own mother. but not like that, not like she was right now which was why he was so nervous. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - credit , to me tagged , for miss alice ava fortescue, aka abby. music , stuffies. outfit , clickers, bby.words , SIX ONE NINE. notes , lololololol.
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