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SHADOW
work was dead today, drew a rain
❝ i’ll protect you. ❞
THE SMILE ON CEDRICS FACE WAS, && there simply was no other words for it at this point, RADIANT. He loved people, who were open to help one another, to protect && stand up for people who needed protection && were too scared or too weak, to actually help && protect themselves. Not that he necessarily fell into that category, but he still really much appreciated the gesture, especially coming from someone like Neville, someone who wasn’t really the most courageous Gryffindor there was. But obviously, he was there when HELP was needed && Cedric felt honored to know, that Neville Longbottom, one of the students in Hogwarts, that were in the Hufflepuffs opinion, the least likely to get purpously into trouble, would be there to stand by his side && defend him. Bright smile on dark lips, one arm slowly wrapped around the Gryffindors shoulders, while grey hues fixed on the ones of Neville. “I really, really appreciate that Neville. I mean it, this really means A LOT, coming from you. Thank you so much!!”
CARING SENTENCE STARTERS.
Arranged
thelovelymissparkinson asked
“Am I not what you expected?”
@vaillance
“ You’re everything I expected, Pansy.” Neville replied and looked away from her. “ You should thank Harry for forgiving you and helping you out with this old law, if it wasn’t for him, you’d be in Azkaban.” his tone was even and cold.
“ Don’t worry about anything.” he continued. “ As soon as the wedding is over, you can return to your home with your family, and we can pretend this never happened.”
Pansy frowned at him, not sure how to take his comments. “Potter’s forgiven me,” she echoed, unsure by what he meant. “Do you think I’ve had anything to do with you becoming my husband?” She moved, placing herself in his line of sight. She reached up placing a hand on his forearm. “I don’t... wait... What are you saying? Are you saying you don’t want me?”
In Your Blood
@vaillance, cont. from here
“ An unfortunate turn of phrase.” Neville replied with a sigh. He hadn’t been home much since he’s been searching for the bastard that turned him, he had given up and returned home to Pansy in a gloomy mood.
A soft sigh escaped him. “ You don’t need to stay up with me. You should be using this time to sleep.”
Pansy snorted and made her way into the kitchen in order to make herself some tea. Perhaps raising her body’s core temperature was not the way to go if Neville was in a foul mood, but sleep had been starting to tug at her while she waited on the couch with a book for him. Tea would keep her hands and mind occupied enough to stay awake while she spoke to him.
“So no luck?” she called out over the boiling kettle. She still was not used to not needing to yell to be heard throughout the house. “Nothing turned up? Want some tea?”
“I may not be as good looking as you hoped, but I shall never treat you unkindly.” @ Harry
@vaillance || [meme] || accepting!
Harry took a deep breath and looked up at Neville. As far as arranged marriages went, it could be a lot worse. Hell, Harry could easily fall in love with the other man, and he knew it. Even after only knowing him for a short time.
He bit down on his lip a moment, then hesitantly reached out for the other’s hand. “From what I’ve heard about you, I don’t think you would ever treat me unkindly.” If anything, Harry would have to work on his own, occasionally snarky, commentary. Living with his aunt and uncle, it had become a defense mechanism over the years.
Not to mention, living with them meant almost anyone else would probably treat Harry far kinder.
“And don’t sell yourself so short. I----find you incredibly good looking.” Though his face tinted red as he said it.
@vaillance
To: Draco Malfoy [text: 7:34 pm]: Hey mate, I’m finishing up that case file you asked me to and I’ll be on my way home soon. Do you need me to pick up anything from the store? Want me to make that barley soup you like?
TO: Longbottom, Neville
[text: 8:00pm] Get me some chocolate from the shop, and yes please Longbottom. I love that Barley soup that you make for me sometimes.
‘ you don’t know me! ’
♛➺Aɴsᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ
☽↬Neville↫☾
✪↬✘ vaillance ✘↫✪
It was just another typical day for the Slytherin as he made sly remarks to other students as they past him, not really expecting anyone to comment back to him. However when he heard the words of the only one to actually comment back to him, he couldn’t help but to let an amused chuckle escape his throat. “Oh, right! And here I thought it was Neville who needed help remembering things.” He retorted out sarcastically. “Who are you again?” 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖔 teased as a devious smirk settled on his face, of course he knew what exactly what the Gryffindor meant by the words he spoke but he couldn’t help but to tease the other since he made it all so easy to do so.
@vaillance started following uncleverncn
ah. finally. a perfectly normal boy. finally. are you lost, son?