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.]

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[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

[These vines aren't sentient! It's okay! And he's been working with the Devil's Snare too! The latest sprouts are practically hugging him and calling him Daddy.

But when Arumat's lingered long enough, Neville will turn to wave hello. Hi there, Neighbor!]

[13th_captain]

You're organizing an army here?

[Not that he doesn't think that's a good idea, but... you're not exactly army material, lad.]

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

We're organizing a group to help people be less defenseless.

[He's material enough for this army, thanks.]