Second Seed; [Action]

[nearlychosen]

[If anyone's traveling in the vicinity of House 26, they might take notice of the little garden that's steadily been popping up outside over the past few weeks. Even if it's just another garden at first glance, today one of the residents is kneeling outside in the dirt attempting to change that. In the midst of a patch of what looks like mundane dasies, the round-faced, slightly dirty Neville is settled, brow furrowed in concentration, as he prods at the flowers with his newly-found wand. He's mumbling fiercely under his breath, presumably to the flowers themselves. Feel free to interrupt, Luceti. He won't bite.]

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[hisdarkmark]

Considering you disturbed his training, I'd say it's my business.

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

.... The patronus is yours?

[hisdarkmark]

[A smirk. Oh good, a game we're good at. It's called 'Breaking Gryffindor-brains.'] Of course he is.

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

You shouldn't be able to cast one.

[hisdarkmark]

And why not?

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

Because that's a spell used to defend against your lot. It's not supposed to be a way to spy on your enemies.

[hisdarkmark]

...Longbottom. Look at him. You don't honestly think he could be used as a spy, do you? [Considering Padfoot's sitting on the ground scratching his ear with his hindleg.]

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

[asdfjkl; THAT IS THE CUTEST THING EVER.] I didn't say I thought you were any good at it.

[hisdarkmark]

[Draco's just going to give him that look. You know, the one that's just like "you can't be serious." Padfoot's far too adorable to really be Draco's Patronus.] And...why would I need to spy on you, exactly?

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

[Padfoot was insanely adorable before Neville knew he was Malfoy's.] You're probably trying to keep watch over the house. I'm sure you're still keen on knowing where Harry is.

[hisdarkmark]

[And now that Neville knows whose he is, he's no longer adorable D:?] Hardly. Potter's the one who's so insistent on stalking me.

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

[Now he's SUSPICIOUSLY adorable.] Which is why you charmed him into wanting to shag you. Because he's the stalker.

[hisdarkmark]

[...it still counts. But this is Draco. This is Draco's brain breaking and him sputtering on air because what?] Wh-I didn't shag him!

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

[Does not. And this is Neville looking rather pleased with himself for making Draco sputter like that.] That's just because he broke your hex before he'd let you.

[hisdarkmark]

[But D: Draco will be plotting Neville's murder now, just you wait.] I never wanted to shag him in the first place! That's just...foul!

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

[That's fine with Neville. He's been expecting a murder attempt since he woke up on that lake.] That's not what you said when you were snogging him.

[hisdarkmark]

...excuse me?

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

I spoke perfectly clearly.

[hisdarkmark]

I don't recall implying anything of the sort during all of that.

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

Why would you snog someone if you weren't about to go for a shag?

[hisdarkmark]

That's not a serious question, is it?

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

[All he really knows about Advanced Things To Do With Girls comes secondhand from things he's overheard Ron and Seamus talk about. It 's a flawless education!] Stay away from Harry.

[hisdarkmark]

[Oh Neville, you poor thing. Draco's just going to sneer in retort.] Fine. Like I'd want to be near him anyway.

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

So go. Take your patronus with you.

[hisdarkmark]

Go back to your pathetic garden. [He whistles for Padfoot to follow and starts walking off. Instead of following, Padfoot just stays where he is, though he's definitely more faded than he was before.]