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Sixth Seed; [Action]

[Now, normally when people get back from a kidnapping, they take time to get themselves to the clinic. At the very least, they stop at home long enough to say "ow" to a roommate and pass out for a few days to sleep off the more personalized experimentation.

Neville's unconcerned with that for the moment, though. He's had worse injuries in his time, and it's not too difficult to get around with an eye swollen shut. Sure, his frame had grown rather thin again, almost as underfed as it had been when he'd first gotten to Luceti, but there were some people out there who would've rather enjoyed something like that. And the bleeding isn't entirely unbearable, just some aggravated scratches best left hidden under his robes anyway. It was nothing he couldn't either endure or treat later, when there was time to deal with lesser matters. At the moment, he's more concerned with making his way to the center of town and sliding into the flower shop. He'll do his best to be unobtrusive around whatever night owls are prowling around Luceti, though he'll probably be more easy to approach in the morning, once he's cleaned himself up a bit. Feel free to poke him whenever, though. Neville's not one to turn down company, welcome or not.]

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[Orchids are very pretty though. He blinks at the order though and watches Longbottom go about his business, eyes widening in surprise at the Devil's Snare.]

...is that...

Not getting enough mulch? No, I don't think it has been. [He's frowning studiously and reaching for a pair of gloves.]

Where the bloody hell did you acquire Devil's Snare?

[He blinks. Didn't Harry talk to Draco about any of the important things?] I've been breeding it for almost a year. [Although that does mean that this generation is identifiable by sight! Success!]

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[He probably does, but like Draco pays attention. Pff, effort.] I'm vaguely impressed. And by vaguely I mean I have to wonder why you would waste your time.

[Oh, it that how Slytherins treat their friends? Hmph.] Originally, it was to keep you out.

...are you joking?

You can't tell me it wouldn't have worked.

...[It probably would have, really.] It's not working now, now is it?

That's just because the poor dear's gone sickly while I've been away. It'll be fine again in a week or so.

...are you aware you just referred to the plant as though it were a person?

Well they're certainly not things. They breathe and live just as much as you or I do. They just can't quite get into as many places.

Nor can they speak, much less think. Wouldn't that be the difference?

I don't think Crabbe or Goyle could be accused of speaking or thinking much either, but that didn't stop you from becoming mates with them.

[...good one.] I never said they were brilliant.

Nor should you. [He smiles as much as he can. It's much easier to be comfortable around Malfoy when they're in his element.] If you're going to stick around, make yourself useful and get me a bigger pot from that stack in the corner? I think this one'll perk up a bit once it gets more room to move.

[...who are you and where did Neville Longbottom go? Despite the fact that Neville definitely proved himself during their summertime adventure in Harry's head, Draco still didn't really see him as having grown or made himself out to be useful. But now...now, he's really confused.]

...you...really expect me to actually plant?

[It's mostly because of that summer adventure that he hasn't yet tossed you out on your arse, Malfoy, so the feeling is quite possibly mutual there.]

I expect you to not just stand around like a lump watching other people do things when there are things to be done. [In about ten years, this will be his Professor voice. Is it working?]

[...he grumbles under his breath a little something incoherent, but more than likely along the lines of how he does so much for Potter and his friends. He does go to grab a larger pot though. Nothing better to do anyway. When he returns and waves it in Neville's face, he frowns slightly.]

Servant work...you realize that, don't you? [Oh Draco shut up, you still did it.]

Only lazy people have servants in the first place. [But that's where he'll stop trolling, because having Draco do the running around saves him from being all hobble-y. He pulls on a set of gloves and regards the two pots critically.] If you've decided this isn't interesting enough for you, now would be the right occasion to slip out.

Watch who you're calling lazy. [But he's just going to hang out and watch, half-examining the pots and half-examining Longbottom himself.] Even if it isn't interesting enough, it's more interesting than what's going on out there.

[He's just slipping into the routine of layering mulch and dirt and letting it soothe away the messiness that happened over the month he'd spent away. Gardening is good for that.] Not much ever does. I take it we're between experiments?

You've just missed two weeks of one. [He's leaning against the wall and just watching him tend to his plants. Draco's never really been one for Herbology, but that's maybe because Mandrakes tend to bite him.] Granger cut all of her hair off. Potter was a ten-year-old. Who knows what the hell happened to Weasley.

[That's just because Mandrakes are innately able to sense arseholes.] ...So people turned into children? I don't very much see the point of all that.

[Probably so. Ruddy plants.] It wasn't just that. People had completely lost their minds. Turning into children, growing older, losing memories, gaining powers, and the singing. Really, I think the point was to not really have a point.