I know I posted this last night but I wanted to post it again so I could get more opinions on it... it is the first mini-fic I have written ever! so any comments would be greatly appreciated! :) ‘I just, I just can’t do it’ Neville sighed burying his head back into his Herbology books. He needed to figure out why the Mandrake Roots cries affected him more than anyone else. He couldn’t cope with people having another reason to laugh at him. In frustration he slammed the book back onto the old wooden table causing one of the empty pots to tumble to the ground with an ear splitting shattering sound. Neville groaned and fell out of his seat and started to gather up all of the broken pieces, ‘Neville, is that you?’ as soon as he heard her voice he knew it was her, Luna Lovegood. Neville flushed bright red as he looked up at her standing in the doorway with her long blonde hair floating around her. Luna smiled and walked slowly over to him, ‘Luna, why don’t you have any shoes on?’ then in exact unison the pair looked at each other and laughed knowing the answer was the Nargles again. As the laughter stopped Luna asked ‘What were you trying to do?’ while she carefully gathered up the shattered shards of pottery, ‘oh, er nothing… it’s embarrassing’ Neville felt himself turning that bright red colour yet again. Luna grabbed his hands forcing him to stop gathering pottery and simply said ‘nothing you do is embarrassing. You’re perfect’. .AragogϞ
Posted on: Tue, 13 Aug 2013 15:23:05 +0000
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