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RAVENCLAW NINE-NINE 

“Something has to be done, and I have a plan. We use mankind’s greatest weapon.”

“A grenade.”

( never have I ever | accepting )

( never have I ever | accepting )

Describe a way that will earn affection (whether platonic or romantic) from them. 

Platonic: If you really show any sort of interest in Neville’s well-being and speak to him outside of the classroom setting Neville would be kind in response. He is probably the easiest person to befriend.

Romantic: Neville is interested in those who are unafraid to be themselves. That confidence is something he lacks most of the time and he tries to hone some of that confidence as well. He is probably the most supportive guy in this situation. Just be yourself.

Describe a way to make them uneasy or apprehensive.

☂: what my muse does on a rainy day

(I decided I wanted to write this one out as a drabble?? Not all of them are gunna be this way but apparently some might lmao)

Ron in the empty dorm by himself. All of his dorm mates were out, doing something or another. Harry was in the library with Hermione trying to complete some assignment, he had no idea what Seamus, or Dean were up to, but he was sure it was something stupid or dangerous, and he was pretty sure he’d seen Neville put on a raincoat and walk out to the greenhouse despite the awful weather.

Ron, however, was sat at the window near his bed, legs pulled up to his chest as he watched the rain slide down the glass. Crookshanks was laid across his feet and his hand stroked his back lazily. Yeah, he and that cat had started getting along a little better since he was returned to Hermione after the war. He reckoned staying at the burrow had softened him to Ron a bit, and he knew that Kneazle’s were supposedly smart so maybe he also sensed something about how he was around Hermione, Ron wasn’t sure, but it was nice to have him on his side for once. Definitely an improvement from getting attacked all the bloody time.

He pressed his face up near the window and blew his breath out, making a fog on the glass before he dragged a finger through it, beginning a drawing. He swiped across it a few times before looking a bit pleased. He had drawn a, rather shitty rendition, of Malfoy getting hit with a bludger. Crookshanks made an angry mew and Ron’s nose scrunched. “Well, I think it’s good.” He said a loud in response to the cats disapproval.