1st seed; [Action/Voice]
Feb. 10th, 2010 01:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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.]
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.]
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[action] - ♥!! You learn to live with her XD Kinda like Ron and Harry have 8Da /gets smacked
Date: 2010-02-16 05:43 am (UTC)...Don't worry about it. [And that's what has her worried. Weight Watchers she could lecture him over. The Carrows are another story entirely.]
[action] - ♥!! xDD Be careful, I don't think she's a muse you want to cross.
Date: 2010-02-16 06:00 am (UTC)[But he smiles at the prospect of a full belly nonetheless; despite his misgivings over the nature of anything in Luceti, cursed food would be better than no food at all.] Thanks, Hermione.
[action] - ♥!! no, but we get along... mostly... >>
Date: 2010-02-16 06:03 am (UTC)[She smiles in return.] You're welcome. [A pause.] As much as I wish you hadn't gotten dragged here, too, I'm really glad you're here.
[action] - ♥!! If you occasionally stop speaking to her for a few months, she's used to it!
Date: 2010-02-16 06:36 am (UTC)[He stands and prepares to follow her out, at least as far as the path to the kitchen coincides with the route to the girls' room.] That means a lot. [Perhaps it means a bit less than it would before she'd admitting to also enjoying the company of Malfoy, but it's still thoughtful nonetheless.]
[action] - ♥!! burn but so true XD AT LEAST MY HAIR ISN'T RED
Date: 2010-02-18 05:09 am (UTC)[And then she leaves the room and leads the way to the kitchen.]
You could probably contact him over the journals if you really need to see him. The kitchen's down here. [She points out all the rooms with a smile, before grabbing a drink.]
...Can I get you something? [Before she leaves, she means, though she's only going out onto the "patio."]