#mastereddeath

                         ❝     are  you  absolutely sure,  harry ?                    the  potion  is  not  supposed  to  turn  red ?   but  I  did  everything  right !           ❞ 

          RED was never his color, at least in neville’s own opinion, and as he’s studying his red ‘n yellow scarf on the walk to hogsmeade ( ALONE ), he thinks back to his sorting. he’d told the sorting hat not to place him in gryffindor he obviously wasn’t fit, and he’d only seemed to prove as much. sprout liked him much more than mcgonagall ever let on and his hufflepuff housemates wouldn’t overshadow or look down on him, he thought. the scarf dropped to his side and neville realized only then that someone was walking beside him. he lowered his earmuffs and looked at his friend, cluelessly ( the only expression that did not look AWKWARD on neville’s round face ), not having heard what he said. ‘ sorry, harry, wha’ was that? ’

❝harry, i know you probably don’t want to talk about it, but your parents died today and i know how it feels for everyone to feel sad for you.❞

           ❛  what’s comin’ will come and we’ll meet it when it does.  ❜

                                        THE BIG SEVEN