1st seed; [Action/Voice]

[nearlychosen]

[Perhaps the journal picks up the sound of Neville's arrival as he is unceremoniously deposited on the icy southern lake sometime in the dead of night. If not that, then it might catch the dull groaning as he slowly wakes and struggles to pull himself upright. If not that, then certainly the furious squeak from sneakers lacking traction on slippery ice would catch the journal's attention, as would the dull thudding as Neville collides with some child's forgotten snowman on the westernmost bank. A sharp intake of breath, then] No wand. Bastards. [In fact, even though Neville hasn't yet noticed the presence of the book at all, he seems perfectly aware that someone is listening, even if it isn't quite who he expects.]

It's still not enough! [The words, though a bit rasped and wheezing, are spoken with the stubbornness of one who rather expected this displacement.] You think you can just Portkey me someplace and be done with it? You won't get me -- not any of us -- to back down that easily. I know you're here -- show yourselves, you bloody cowards!

[The dead silence is less than encouraging. It means that if he wasn't being watched, then he'd been sent far enough that he wouldn't need supervision. Accio wand. [The incantation is intoned softly through clenched teeth. It doesn't escape him how ironic it was that in his desperation to recover his stolen wand he's resorted to a summoning spell that usually required the use of his wand in the first place. The spell fails spectacularly, leaving Neville to suppose his captors laughed, wherever they happen to be.

Still, the place he'd been sent certainly merits some investigation. If he'd been sent here via portkey, then some other innocuous-looking thing might well be the ticket home. It might appear off for a young, underdressed, blackeyed, fairly beaten and emaciated man to be picking up small stones with a thoughtful expression, but finding an alternate portkey is simply the most plausible way back to the more important matters he'd left at home.]

Comments

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

Stupid book...open again...

[Derek yawns, still out of it as he answers]

It probably wasn't whoever you're yelling at; you've been kidnapped...[another yawn] Welcome t' Luceti...

[voice]

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

You're...looking for a wand?

[Merlin, having some experience of other wizards trapped in this place, has only begun to become familiar with the concept of a wand. Hearing it suddenly mentioned on the journals--so obviously by accident--perks his interest.]

[voice]

[loyalotter.livejournal.com]

[She knows that voice... But .... wow he must have changed... A good amount of time passes before she finally records something.]

Neville... is that you?

[Action, because you totally just set me up for it bb]

[hisdarkmark]

[As per usual, Draco's disobeying Hisoka's orders out and about even though it's late at night and he was out at what he'd dubbed as "his" lake when he suddenly hears something land rather hard on the ice. He jerks his head up and narrows his eyes a bit to glance out at the lake. What the hell was that...]

[Voice]

[cruxofapotter.livejournal.com]

[Harry just stares at the journal for a moment. He remembered hearing a little bit about Neville and the girls's efforts to try and steal the Sword of Gryffindor, but that still sounds rougher than he would like.]

Neville, is that you?

[Voice] - Also horribly late. My apologies.

[onceaprisoner.livejournal.com]

I'm guessing from your reaction that you're new here.