Third Seed; [Action]

[nearlychosen]

[Good evening, Luceti. It's just past sunset, and neighbors around House 26 might have noticed Neville outdoors a bit later than usual, fussing with an overgrown potted ivy. A wave of a wand and a cheated mumbled incantation later, the plant has grown to twice its size. From there, it's a bit of a boring magic show while he works with ineffective spells, some of them providing mobility to the little vines; mostly, though, there's nothing. Fully engrossed in his work, he doesn't notice some of the vines loosely coiling around him until they begin contracting against his forearms. He yelps in surprise and sets to work stunning the wispy strands, which might have been easier if he'd work on mobilizing it before it was the size of a rather large cat.

Little help?]

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[invidia-keeper.livejournal.com]

[Creep, creep, creep. Naoya's been creeping around. But this makes him stop and look.

And laugh.

Yet he stays because he's never seen a plant like this before. He or may not help.]

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

[Oh you jerk. :|

Left to his own devices, Neville manages to singe most of the offending vines. The problem is his hesitation with regards to the base of the plant: he won't kill it, which continually provides it with the opportunity to continue being a nuisance. Neville himself isn't sure if he's winning or not.

He doesn't notice the creeper, though. Kind of busy and all.]

[invidia-keeper.livejournal.com]

It doesn't seem like you're getting anywhere.

[fightlikeacow.livejournal.com]

[Guybrush happens to be walking by when he sees Neville struggling with the vines. Like any good hero, he decides to wave politely and offer a friendly greeting.]

Hey! Whatcha doing?

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

[Greeting received and duly returned. He manages a smile in spite of the bit of green snaking around his waist.]

Just some Herbology!

[fightlikeacow.livejournal.com]

Herbology... [He repeats the word, slowly, watching the vines entwine Neville.]

Is that some sort of human-plant intimacy thing? 'Cause I can give you some privacy...

[Action] WOMAN WHERE ARE YOU

[lunarwit.livejournal.com]

[Aaaaaaaaand guess who's leaning out the dining room window, blinking at the plants in the fading light.]

Are you playing with them? They like to be petted, you know.

[Action] ABOUT TO BE IN BED. I got a second job. :(

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

Only some breeds do, Luna... [Though he gives a funny little wiggle as he says that. Some plantlife might have just traveled someplace inappropriate.] I could use a hand getting it off, if you don't mind...

[Action] NOOOOO I AM MORE IMPORTANT

[lunarwit.livejournal.com]

Oh, of course. [She doesn't rush getting out her wand, though, so Neville might be entirely too familiar with this plant by the time she says] Stupefy!

[13th_captain]

[It's probably a good thing that you live down the road from this scythe user, Neville, because that thing can double as a massive lawnmower in a pinch. However, for the moment he's just going to stand back and watch this little display to see what comes of it.]

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

[YES PLEASE a scythe would be IDEAL for such an occasion! But Neville hasn't been big on meeting the neighbors and has no idea such convenient folk exist closeby. By now he's given up on stunning something with debatable consciousness and moved on to attempting to float the vines away, giving it something of a windswept look.]

[esper-flight.livejournal.com]

[Terra wanders by and...stares for a moment before snapping into action. Can she Sleep it? Well, time to find out.]

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

[Unfortunately, it doesn't seem that the plant has enough consciousness to be put to sleep even with magic. Still, the effort is appreciated, and despite the tangled mess Neville's found himself in, he still finds room to smile at the attempt.] Well hello... Hermione's friend, isn't it?

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

[WTF IS THAT NEVILLE?]

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

[It's an experiment! It's... just not going very well, is all. It also might be starting to win. Just a little. Don't suppose you've got a sword on you Ted?]

[outwalks.livejournal.com]

Ah—excuse me!

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

Yes-- is something the matter? [And as though wrestling with an oversized ficus is a perfectly everyday occurrence, he nods politely in the newcomer's direction.]

[loyalotter.livejournal.com]

[Hermione hears the yelp and glances out the window... only to see that Neville is doing something. Not that Neville and plants are a terribly unfamiliar sight, but the way that one's hooking around him reminds her of Devil's Snare. Well, no time to sit around trying to decide if it likes or hates light and fire. She heads outside.]

Neville, what are you doing? Stupefy!

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

[Thank you Hermione, for having more reasonable aim with your spellwork. Neville gives a sheepish smile and takes a step back from the plant. He hasn't yet had the time to work out how to alter the ivy's natural preference over temperature; the stunning worked well enough.] Hermione! I--I was just.. working on the house's security. Somewhat.

[gravity-splode.livejournal.com]

[...That is a rather active plant you've got there.]

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

[Though all things considered, there are worse things that can happen to a person. Strangled by an errant devil's snare, for example, is leagues less painful than having one's eardrums explode from a mandrake's cry. Not that Neville's very keen about dying in either instance, but there's still perspective to be had.]

[skyborne-mage.livejournal.com]

[Well that's, uh... interesting. Have a young woman with bushy pink hair on a broomstick peering at you, Neville (amusingly these features are probably not that surprising for him).]

Uh... do you need some help?

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

[Not particularly! In fact, they're refreshingly familiar. Maybe she's from Beaubaxtons?]

Perhaps, if you wouldn't mind... Do you have your wand on you? I can't seem to properly stun it.

[oskar-brinsdon.livejournal.com]

nearlychosen. =)

[chiyemi-fayvil.livejournal.com]

nearlychosen, прикольно...