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?]

Comments

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

I won't expect it from you, Mr..? [Have a politely expectant pause while he waits for your name, Mr Big Sword.]

[13th_captain]

Arumat.

[He figures he doesn't need to say more; it's likely that Neville has at least heard his name mentioned from Draco, given the... cordial nature of their relationship.]

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

[He might have if his conversations with Malfoy didn't always dissolve into "btw I still hate you".] Arumat, then. I'm Neville. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. [Obligatory polite smile.]

[13th_captain]

[The look on Arumat's face makes it clear that he's sizing Neville up, then:]

... you're that lad's comrade.

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

[There's not much to size up. He's really just a round-faced kid of average build with a few scars on his face he pretends aren't there.] That lad? You mean Harry?

[13th_captain]

[... yeah, Neville isn't a threat at all.]

No, the dragon boy.

[That's what Myuria calls him, at least.]

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

[Not unless you happen to be a horcrux or something.]

I'm afraid I don't follow... There's someone here who's half-dragon?

[13th_captain]

[Okay, clearly he failed at being obvious there.]

The lad named Draco.

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

[Oh come on. Really? How did Malfoy get to be so bloody popular around here??]

We are not comrades.

[13th_captain]

[The look Arumat gives him is one that clearly says "go on..."]

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

He's in league with some of the darkest forces plaguing my world. It's disgusting how he's been fooling the people here.

[13th_captain]

You have proof of this?

[Draco may be a brat, but Arumat doesn't get a feeling of evil from him.]

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

None that survived the journey here. [Especially since Draco's mostly guilty by association.]

[13th_captain]

These forces you say he's in league with, what are they?

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

There's a dark wizard who's taken political power over my world. Some of us resist his regime however we can, but there are people like Malfoy who've gone in league with He-Who-Mustn't-Be-Named.

THANKS FOR THE NOTIF, LJ. I LOVE YOU TOO.

[13th_captain]

A dark wizard?

[There's a slight note of derision in his voice. He may practice some symbology himself, but he doesn't put a ton of stock in it.]