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[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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And the other point is that that's a complete lie.

[And now there's just the tiniest spark of annoyance in his tone.] Please don't tell me you're fishing for a duel tonight.

Lucky for you, no, not particularly. Then again I wasn't anticipating playing in the dirt either.

Then at least have the courtesy to shut it every now and again.

...I still don't understand when you suddenly grew a spine.

And I still don't understand why you're still surprised about it. [He's switched to fussing over the Devil's Snare again, plucking out the brown and dead bits.] People grow up, Malfoy.