Seventh Seed; [Action] (Forward-dated to later this morning)

[nearlychosen]

[Good morning, Luceti! If you happen to be out around the center of town this morning, you might notice some new... growths decorating the square grouping of shops. Vines spill out from the cracks of the Flower Shop's door by the dozen, twirling and twisting into cursive lettering that begins climbing up the shop's wall and accidentally spills over to the storefront of the empty shop next door:

DUMBLEDORE'S ARMY: NOW RECRUITING

It's a bit brash, and probably a bit premature considering he hadn't really checked in with Hermione about beginning to advertise so soon after opening up membership or with the other shop regulars about creating the gaudy message, but it's easier to ask forgiveness than permission anyway.

Feel free to stop inside the shop today to inquire about the living, writhing advertisement. Or, if you're up early enough, you might spot Neville as he's producing the message with his wand out, focusing intently on guiding the long vines in a way that he hopes is legible and desperately hoping he doesn't mess it up.]

Comments

[likevegeta.livejournal.com]

[ ... better not say it was television. ] Um. Dimensional rift.

Count me in!

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

..Right, one of those! [Then it's a good thing Neville has no frame of reference for that "TV" thing Andrew mentioned before and allowed it to promptly leak out of his memory immediately after hearing it.]

Brilliant! I'll make sure you're contacted straightaway over the journals when the next meeting is settled.

[likevegeta.livejournal.com]

Awesome. [ and here's a thumbs up. because, andrew is clearly cool enough to pull this off without looking really pathetic. ]

Anyway, uh... I better head home. I was kinda out all night and I've gotta start seriously house hunting soon.

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

Oh, of course! [Fighting vampires, no doubt! What a selfless person!]

House hunting? ...Have you no place to stay?

[likevegeta.livejournal.com]

Oh, no! I mean, I had this really nice apartment and all, but some friends from home showed up and the last time we lived that close to each other, uhm, well, things were said and things were broken. So we're going to get a house!

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

[He nods, though his smile fades slightly.] It's terrible to watch friendships go through strain. [Even though he's never seen a real friendship that couldn't be mended after a good long rowing and two months of silent treatment.]

Best of luck to you and your mates.

[likevegeta.livejournal.com]

Yeah. [ see, strain is bruising someone or snapping a toy. it's not - well. he just smiles. ]

Thanks. I'll see you later.

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

I look forward to it. [He smiles and gives a small wave to bid him on his way. What a spectacularly nice man.]