Neville Longbottom

[...There's a boy talking to himself and poking flowers with a stick.

That looks just weird enough in a place like this that Yuzu stops to try and figure out what he's doing.]

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[Neville's eyes remained fixed on his work for a while longer, but a general unease has him peeking out into the the distance every so often. He spots Terra after she'd been watching him for a bit, hand clenching a bit more tightly around his wand.]

Um. Hullo.

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[There's nothing weird about it! Silly Muggle. Though it might be more impressive if the things he's trying were showing any visible signs of having worked.

She's picked a bad place to stop, though. She's found the sunlight, and the sudden shadow she's cast has Neville jumping, then feeling silly about having done so. He stands, offering a feeble smile.] Good morning, Miss.

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[Takato pauses at the odd sight and watches for a moment.]

Um, do you need some help with something?

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[Neville looks up from his work, smiling pleasantly at the boy. Probably a first-year by the size of him. Aww.] If you wanted to help, I don't see why not. How have you been getting on with practicing your charms?

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[whoops. She smiles back.] Sorry, didn't mean to surprise you.

[...but since she's still nosy] What're you doing?

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It's all right. [It's only okay because she's not furiously pointing a wand at his back like he'd been expecting.]

There's only Muggle plants here. I'm trying to fix that. [Isn't it obvious?]

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[The boy blinks and looks confused.]

Charms? What are those?

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[Have a blink in return. If you watch carefully, you might see the moment the lightbulb in his head turns on.] Oh, I'm sorry! You're a Muggle, aren't you?

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Sorry, I don't know what a muggle is. I'm a Digimon Tamer.

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Muggles are nonmagical folk. [He's giving a curious stare while still trying to be polite.] What's a digimon and why do they need to be tamed?

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Oh! I don't know magic. I don't think? I mean, some digimon have magical attacks. But Guilmon doesn't. Well, unless I use the right card,

Um, digimon are like living creatures made out of data. But they're just as real as humans. And a Tamer is someone who is partnered with a digimon.

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Muggle? [She's trying to remember where she's heard that word. She looks from Neville to the stick, and then realizes it's a bit too fancy to be something he just picked up.] Oh. Are you one of those wizards? Like Harry?

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You know Harry? He's one of my mates from home. [He brightens at that. Being tight with Harry is automatic entry into being cool with Neville.]

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So... You're a trainer of magical creatures... [He's trying to reword what Takato's just said into language that makes more sense.] Isn't that dangerous?

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Yeah, sort of. We were partners for a school project.

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A trainer? Not really. We're partners. And best friends. We protect each other and make each other stronger.

And sometimes it is. We had to stop a lot of attacks. Both worlds were almost destroyed once.

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[He can understand the relationship as that of a boy and his pet, but the second bit makes everything even more confusing.] Both worlds?

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What sort of project were you assigned? [He's curious about that school, suspecting it as one of the possible reasons Harry's gone completely mental lately.]

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Uh.... [well, this is sort of embarrassing.]

We had to take care of an egg. To learn about parenting.

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Mmm, the real world and the digital world.

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[A blink. Harry certainly didn't mention taking any Care of Magical Creatures classes here...] What kind of egg was it?

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[passes by and squats down nearby to look at the daisies then at Neville, wondering what the boy is doing. Perhaps the daisies will tell him?]

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