#svsansbones

[shlongbottom]

it’s been a busy night, clearing off the bar only moments before another patron has taken the once empty seat. not that it was a difficult job, and neville didn’t mind being kept busy, in fact he always tried for that. if your hands were busy than your mind was focusing on what they were doing instead of every other little thing it could find to dwell on. at least they’d be able to wait until they got to the comfort of their own bed before becoming crushed by all the things they’d said wrong that day, everything they’d forgotten and everything they’d lost. when neville saw susan enter, they made their way over hastily, asking a coworker to watch the bar.

they place a hand on her shoulder in greeting before pulling her in for a hug. before they war, they never really had been big on physical affection, but they found now they craved it. “hey, susan, how’re you doing tonight?” it’s the first question they ask all their children, the members of the da who they’d taken under his wing, who had trusted neville with their lives. @svsansbones

[shlongbottom]

thestral

THESTRAL: does talking about death upset you?

of course, talking about death brings up those that have died, and that will always upset neville, but unfortunately they know first hand that there are worse things than death. death almost seems easy, when they consider the alternative. they’ve always considered themselves rather good at talking about death, not that they enjoy it, but they’ve helped multiple people after the war just by being an open ear. it doesn’t upset them so much as it’s a topic they’d prefer to avoic unless they’ve grown incredibly close with the person.

[onlyhjgranger]

remembrall

remembrall: share a happy memory

Hermione remembers her first snowfall at Hogwarts because of the peace that came with it. She can remember the quiet that spread through the dorm and the way the wind hushed, a difference from the way it tended to whip around the tower on the colder nights. She crept out of bed that night, careful not to disturb her dorm mates quiet snoring and went to the window by her bed. Sitting down she had placed her hand against the chilled glass. The snow was drifting lazily down from the sky and owls occasionally flew out behind the tower. 

                         Hogwarts was beautiful in the snow.