Fourth Seed; [Action]

[nearlychosen]

[This morning isn't terribly different from any other morning near House 26. The lawn there is a little bit greener than the neighboring homes, and the multicolored plantlife is as healthy as ever, fed a steady diet of the best quality dung Neville can get his hands on. The gardener is even mostly the same, a boy of average height spending far too much time on his hands and knees in the mud getting filthy in the care of things that can't talk back. It's not even very strange to hear him chatting with the vines and petals surrounding him, though this particular morning he seems to be hissing at his garden rather than rambling on in English. For those who recognize it, the language is Parseltongue.]

...And I haven't found a single lead anywhere in this place. I think there just aren't any Horcruxes to be found here. I should talk to Harry or Luna about this, shouldn't I? ...No, you're probably right. It's supposed to be a secret. What's that? Your leaves are getting dry? Well don't worry, I'll fix that.


[Later in the afternoon, after he's had a shower at least, he'll venture into town, rifling pointedly through the rebuilt item shop for something very specific and emerging empty-handed. It's okay to miss him as he moves among the people in mid-town, though; he avoids eye contact like the plague. Still, he won't be unfriendly if approached. Feel free to gape at the lightningbolt scar just barely visible under his fringe. He's used to it.]

[OOC: AU Cheatsheat is here.]

Comments

[invidia-keeper.livejournal.com]

It wasn't there yesterday! I wouldn't forget. [He's very adamant on these last words.]

I don't forget anything, remember?

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

Your body is different. It's possible that your memories are too.

[invidia-keeper.livejournal.com]

A few years ago it was, but not right now. [He makes little sense as a kid too.]

Does it hurt? [He can't be distracted from the scar for long.]

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

If your memory was being tampered with, it's not likely you'd know.

It probably hurt when I got it, but that's too long ago for me to remember. [It's an automatic reply to a question he's gotten far more often than he'd like. Et tu, plantbuddy? D:]

[invidia-keeper.livejournal.com]

That's what I mean. Nothing is too long for me to remember.

You don't need some aloe for it? [ :[. And he's helpful! Well more helpful than Naoya will ever be.]

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

I don't need anything for it. I'd really appreciate it if you'd stop asking please. [The words are polite enough, but spoken through gritted teeth.]

[invidia-keeper.livejournal.com]

Okay. [That's more than enough for him to back down.]

If you need something though...you're my friend. Because you like plants too.

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

[That's not something he hears very often, "you're my friend." There's a slow smile that warms the distant chill in his expression.] I..

Thank you, Qayin. That means a lot.