neville longbottom seventeen. gryffindor. — some people got the real problems, some people out of luck. some people think i can solve them, lord heavens above. i'm only human after all. don't put the blame on me.
“You know, I have to admit that I haven’t had breakfast too many times. Or at least a full breakfast.” He wasn’t really the breakfast type. If he did manage to get himself up earlier enough, he usually grabbed a cup of tea and a slice of toast. Not much excitement there. Cedric spotted the nerves in the other boy and made a quick joke, “What, you didn’t think a textbook that could bite our hands off is endearing?”
“Breakfast is the best part of the day,” he said with a smile. Neville usually spent his time in the green house before heading to breakfast. He laughed at the other boy’s words, rubbing the back of his neck. “Er, n-not really. I was terrified more than anything. That was a hard year.”
“I think I’m looking forward to the school year, but I think I’m going to miss sleeping in even more.” Cedric adjusted the book bag that hung over his shoulder, “I think I’ve got most of my books purchased. Anything else you need to get?”
“Y-yeah,” Neville stammered, he always found himself nervous around the Hufflepuff. “I’m going to miss it too, but I also like breakfast in the great hall...it’s nice,” he mused. “Oh, er, I need the book for Care of Magical Creatures. Hopefully this one’s not a monster.”
“No, you can’t.” Harry gave him a serious look for all of two seconds before breaking into a smirk. “Of course you can, Nev.” He patted him on the back of his shoulder, stepping back so he could walk in. “You didn’t have to ask. ‘Mione’s off being little miss prefect, so I’m alone for the train ride probably.” Harry eyed his friend for a moment, “You do have Trevor, right? I feel like it’s a back-to-school ritual for you to realize you’ve lost him ten minutes in.”
He grinned when Harry patted his back, walking into the compartment with his bag. He dropped his back pack onto the seat before putting his suitcase on the shelf above them. “You know ‘Mione’s going to be in, like, a thousand things now that it’s our last year,” he chuckled, turning to face his friend. “I mean, when I saw her in Diagon Alley she told me to start studying for the NEWT’s in October,” he said. He blinked when Harry mentioned Trevor, “Oh, god, where is--” he paused when he heard a ribbit from his bag. “Sorry, Trev,” he said, unzipping his back pack and picking up the toad.
“If you’re looking for a spot, it’s not full in this one.” Harry nodded back to the empty compartment and smirked. “Unless you want to get trampled by a bunch of over-excited first years, than by all means. Go ahead.”
“Oh, Harry, thank merlin,” Neville breathed out in relief. “I couldn’t find anyone else to sit with--it’s okay that I sit with you, right?”
He raised an eyebrow at him. “So you actually pay attention in Herbology, then?” Phoenix nodded. “Impressive.” He nodded back at the pot and looked at the other boy. “I’ll humor you, Longbottom. Why would I touch a cactus? You said to rub it, wouldn’t it be all spikey?”
“Pay attention? I...I love herbology. It’s my best subject,” he said with a smile. “But you wouldn’t know that, obviously.” He hummed, trying to think of a way to explain it best. “It’s not that spiky--she’s a little prickly. And she likes attentions so you have to talk to her and stuff, but don’t rub her the wrong way because she’ll squirt stinksap on you.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Did you...want to see?”
“i’m only human, i do what i can, i’m just a man--don’t but the blame on me.”
introduction
name: neville longbottom
also known as: nev, longbottom
age: seventeen
birthday: july 30th
astrological sign: leo
species: pureblood wizard
gender: cismale
pronouns: he/him
orientation: pansexual
past/bio:
growing up with a strict grandmother and no mother or father figure, neville was always introverted. he used to dream of what it was like to grow up with a family like everyone else, but he was robbed of that reality when voldemort grew to power. tortured beyond belief, his parents stay in st. mungo’s, barely recognizing him when he visits. blooming into his magic late, neville never felt like he was pureblood, so he barely relates to them. however, he doesn’t know muggle culture, so he has always felt like the odd man out. going to hogwarts helped with his confidence, as he overcame bullies and professor snape, herbology and making friends is what made neville flourish.
personality
label: the gentile giant
positive traits: loyal, easygoing, helpful
negative traits: gullible, indecisive,
goals/desires: tba.
fears: being yelled at, being humiliated, snape
hobbies: gardening, chess, running
habits: rubbing the back of his neck when he’s nervous or scared, rocking back and forth on his toes when he’s waiting, squeezing his fists when he’s anxious.
appearance
face claim: alberto rosende
height: 5′10
eye color: brown
hair description:
color: black
highlights: none
length: short
style: long in the middle and cut on the sides.
worn: he just brushes his hair and calls it a day.
scars: he has scratches on his hands from dealing with gardening
piercings: none
tattoos: none
scent: earthy
clothing style: his style is muggle. he’s often in jeans and t-shirt when he’s out of his robes. in the fall he wears a lot of sweaters and jumpers.
usual expression: awkward smile
distinguishing characteristics: white teeth
health
physical ailments: none
neurological conditions: anxiety
allergies: tomatoes
sleeping habits: deep sleeper
eating habits: neville is like a vacuum, he eats fast and finishes his entire plate
exercise habits: he gets exercises from carrying bags of fertilizer to and fro places, and he runs every morning.
emotional stability: he’s an emotional stable person.
sociability: neville isn’t that social. he’s an introvert, only comfortable talking to his close friends.
body temperature: warm natured
addictions: none
drug use: none
alcohol use: none
relationships
father: alice longbottom
mother: frank longbottom
siblings: n/a
relatives: tba.
family line of work: auror’s.
best friends: tba.
friends: tba.
love interest: tba.
enemies: tba.
education
school: hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry
house: gryffindor
best core class: herbology
worst core class: potions
elective: astronomy
quidditch: doesn’t play
extra-curricular: herbology club, frog choir
magic
wand:
- length: 13′
- flexibility: rigid
- wood: cherry
- core: unicorn hair
pets: trevor the toad
boggart: professor snape
animagus/patronus: sparrow
amortentia: coming soon.
favorites
theme song: i’m only human after all by rag’n’bone man
food: tomato soup
drink: earl grey
color: yellow
animal: toads
flower: sunflower
season: summer
Blake threw himself down into one of the chairs outside Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour and let out a deep sigh as his bag of books slowly slid to the ground. “Finally.” He mumbled to himself before licking his chocolate ice cream cone then looked up when he noticed someone near him. “I swear I wasn’t talking to myself … just really excited for the ice cream.”
“Blake!” Neville grinned, sitting down next to him. “What’s up, mate?” He waved his hand dismissively. “Ah--it’s all forgotten. Do you know how much I talk to myself? Like, all of the time. Well not all the of the time because that would be crazy...I mostly talks to plants,” he rambled. “Which, now that I think about it, isn’t that better.”
Hermione expected nothing less from Neville’s reply, a small smile forming on her face even before he said it. “You’ll be fine, Neville. The N.E.W.T.s are nothing to be worried about, if that’s what you mean. At least yet. You’ve got maybe a month before you should actually get serious about studying for them.” Hermione advised anyone that would listen (almost nobody) that they should have started precisely halfway through their sixth year. The start of their seventh was when everyone should start to worry if they hadn’t already been studying. “It’ll all be over before you know it.”
“Yeah, easy for you to say. You’re, like, a genius,” he said, folding his arms over his chest. “The only class I know I’m going to do good in is Herbology,” he said, biting down on his lower lip. “I don’t even want to think about Potions with Snape.” He furrowed his eyebrows, “Er, that means I would have to start studying in October...aren’t the NEWT’s in March or April or something?”
Nix raised an eyebrow at the other boy’s ramblings, rolling his eyes as it continued. “Yeas, that would probably would be the best thing, lest that jumbled up mess continue to pour out of your mouth.’ He glanced back at Neville. “Dare I ask what this giant pot is even needed for?”
Neville perked up when Nix asked him about the pot. “I’m glad you asked,” he said with a grin. “It’s going to be the new home of my mimbulus mimbletonia. Have you...have you heard of it? It’s this awesome plant that looks like a cactus, but like, not really and croons and stuff when you rub it.”
“What is it, Longbottom,” he drawled, looking over at the other boy. He didn’t resist the urge to roll his eyes as he started towards Neville. “You’re a pure-blood wizard, are you not? There are spells for this.” Phoenix waved his wand and levitated the pot. “Or have you forgotten that spending all your time surrounded by muggle-borns and that lot?”
Neville pursed his lips together, “I haven’t forgot,” he said. “I just don’t need to use magic for everything,” he shrugged. “Not..that you do, but I mean, it seems like you do, but I don’t.” He licked his lips, “N-not that I’m better than you or anything...I’m going to stop talking now.”
Hermione was getting the last of her books, both glad and saddened to be done with her school shopping. Aside from the actual schoolwork, the week before school began was her favorite time of the year. New books, new quills, fresh rolls of parchment – and of course, what girl could complain about new clothes? Even if the uniform was a bit on the scratchy side. With all her things in tow, she headed for the register when she saw a familiar face. “Almost ready for the new year? Exciting, isn’t it?”
“Has anyone seen Trevor?” Neville asked students as he walked through the alley. After thirty minutes of searching, someone pointed toward a store. Without hesitation Neville walked in. He waited online, waiting to ask the cashier if they has seen anything. When she said, they had him in the back and she would look, he grinned. He perked up when he heard a familiar voice. “Hey ‘Mione,” he smiled. “I’m actually excited to be going back. Kinda nerve-wracking though, isn’t it? Last year and all?”
“ i hate to be THAT guy, ” stevie said as she flipped the book over in her hands, her school books forgotten as she winced, the dust sleeve sticking to her fingers, “ but shouldn’t WIZEACRE’S POTENT WAND TRICKS FOR AGEING WIX be in the adult section? i don’t think they’re talking about wooden wands if you get me. ”
neville furrowed his eyebrows, “i don’t get it,” he said. he placed his hands on his waist peering at the book. “what do you think they’re--- oh, merlin.”
“Want to go a little faster? Some of us don’t have all day.”
“Oh, er, sorry,” he said, trying to move out of the way. The pot was too heavy for him to carry, causing Neville to drop it. He winced at the terracotta hitting the ground. “I...hey, could you help me, mate?”
