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Post by Professor Neville Longbottom on Oct 27, 2005 22:20:48 GMT
Neville Longbottom was not good at much, but he tried to be good at something. As he dismounted his broom, he remember his first flying lesson at Hogwarts. It was a terrible experience, and all he got out of it was a broken wrist. Still, he did eventually learn how to fly a broom, and was now honestly thinking about joining the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He doubted it would happen though. He was dead clumsy, and sometimes he was surprised he didn't trip over his own pants legs. How in the world would he be able to catch a Quaffle, bat down a bludger, or catch a snitch.
With his Cleansweep 260 dragging behind him, he stomped across the dead leaves toward the castle. The weather had turned crisp suddenly, and many of the trees were already shedding their leaves. He knew he had other things to worry about though. The Halloween Ball was coming up, and not only did he not have a costume; he didn't have a date either.
" Lumos!" It was getting dark, and the path was getting hard to see. It had taken him forever to master that last spell, but he had honestly not come into his own till last year. Until then, Neville was having problems with the simplest of spells. Many of the rudimentary ones escaped his grasp, and Neville was extremely paranoid of making a fool of himself. Hearing something to his left, Neville turned and saw a lone figure near him. Putting his head down low, Neville continued along the path intent on his destination.
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Post by payton on Oct 28, 2005 2:16:05 GMT
Sometimes the the dorms, and the common room, and the dorms made it hard to think. Dinner had long past, and with all the Hufflepuffs returning to their tower, it seemed only slightly better than complete chaos. Normally he didn't mind, but tonight his mind was foggy again, and he wanted some fresh air. His need for air took him out to the grounds, and even through he had no where to go he walked steadily along the path, not pulling out his wand to light his way even though dusk was heavily upon him. He was only paying limited attention to his surroundings as he walked, and it wasn't until he saw a flash of light before him that he realized that he wasn't alone. He didn't recognize him right away, but he slowed his stride slightly. He never was the type to just walk by.
"Hi there."
The worse barely escaped his mouth when he pulled out his own wand and mumbled "lumos," his own want casting enough light to make his face visible as he slowed his strides further, finally coming to a stop.
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Post by Professor Neville Longbottom on Oct 30, 2005 2:37:39 GMT
" Hello. Are you heading back to the Castle?" Neville stuttered over his words even though it was a simple question. He didn't recognized the boy, but he was attempting to be as cordial as possible. " So, want to head back to the castle together? There is no reason for us go it alone. Besides, I do try to meet knew people when I can. Neville Longbottom, and you are?" Neville chattered on for a bit after that. " Have you been watching Quidditch this year? I"ve been really into the Chudley Cannon this year, but they don't seem to be doing well. I heard that one of the beaters got slammed by a bludger really hard in the last game with the Hollyhead Harpies."
Neville looked over at the boy who had yet to answer any of his questions. He wondered if he was going to fast for him, but he tended to stutter and talk fast when he was confronted with new people. He was comfortable with most of friends, but it had taken him a long time to get used to them.
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Post by payton on Nov 1, 2005 2:59:46 GMT
He watched the approaching body for a moment, trying to decide if he recognized I'm or not. Before Diagon Alley his memory was great, he never forgot anyone, and now it was frustrating that he struggled to recall people he thought he should know by now.
"I wasn't really heading anywhere, but I can head back with you. It is getting late. Neville is it? I'm Payton Moore. You know...I think I know you. I'm afraid my memory has been a big foggy these days, but your a seventh year right? I don't think we have ever been properly introduced, but I'm a seventh too...and thats a lot of crossing paths before."
He flashed the Neville a wide friendly smile, before turning so he could walk beside him. He then lifted his wand and tucked it behind his ear, his lumos charm still shining brightly along the bath in front of him.
I'm afraid I Don't follow quidditch much mate. Never been too good at the game. Maybe you know my brother though? Dillion. He plays on the Hufflepuff team. Though I'm not sure he could name any teams. If you mention quidditch he just starts yelling out beater, and tries to sing a song our captain wrote about quidditch even though he can never remember the words.
He laughed softly, recalling his brother bounding their small flat sining the same line of the song over and over again. Perhaps it was one of Payton's best qualities that he could laugh at anything and somehow make it sound as if he really was laughing with you instead of at you.
"Do you play, mate?"
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Post by Professor Neville Longbottom on Nov 19, 2005 14:18:45 GMT
Neville frowned. " Well, I try to play Quidditch. I never tried out for the team though, but I'm seriously thinking that I should. I talked to Cassandra Blackfire, you know her right?" He paused for the answer. " Well, she told me she thinks there is going to be an open position here soon. Of course, I'm not sure if Harry will put me on the team. I can be a bit of a clutz sometimes." Neville's frown deepened as he remember his little trip the day before. As he had talked to Cassandra, he had been walking backwards. Finally reaching the top stair, he had tumbled a few feet before he stopped. The girl had come to his aid, and had helped him to his feet.
" I honestly have to be crazy to think I can make the team. I can hardly walk without falling over somedays. What makes me think I can stay on a broom for an entire Quidditch match?" Neville draped his broom across his shoulder, and then put his arms up to dangle over the top of it. The stretch felt good in his cramped shoulders and back. Being hunkered down over a broom usually put a bit of pain in his back. " Dillion? The name does sound familiar." The memory of a very hyper hufflepuff in the Great Hall seemed to linger in his memory. " He's a beater, right? Yeah, Cass had mentioned him and said that he was good. Told me I should find him and talk to him about the whole Quidditch thing."
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Post by payton on Dec 2, 2005 15:44:00 GMT
He looked over a Neville when the Gryffindor told him that he was a bit of a klutz, and gave him an easy going smile before looking ahead at the bath again. The light was still fading around them, and he held his want up a little high, so the light would shine over a wider strip on the path.
"You never know until you try. Besides, just because you have a few ungraceful moments on the ground doesn't mean your not going to be good at the game. If I can be the other way around, that is I'm fine on the ground, but give me a broom and were in trouble, then theres no reason why it can't work the other way around for you."
He smiled again, glancing back over at Neville before he thought back to Dillion. He wondered if Neville had been in the great hall the evening Dillion had jumped up on to the table and started dancing to his wizard wireless. He would hand it to his brother, he was better at the game that he ever expected him to be.
"Dill is pretty easy to spot if you ever want to find. Just look for the flash of red hair and yellow robes. He never stands still long enough to get a good look, which is why I say to look for the flash. He is an interesting character, so it should be an entertaining conversation."
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