“I used to sneak down to the greenhouses for a bit of peace and quiet, too,” Neville says, quite conversationally, but he’s worried he’s the young Hufflepuff all the same. The air is warm and humid, a relief from the snowstorm that’s brewing outside — the lake is choppy and grey as iron, the sky similarly grim, and Neville had almost settled in for a nice cup of tea before remembering that the mandrakes would need their wool hats adjusted. Probably wouldn’t hurt to add an extra scarf or two.
Odd to have Professor Lupin’s child in class, odder still to have them call him ‘Professor Longbottom.’ If he does Teddy half the good their father had done for him when he was their age, Neville will be grateful.
“Right tempest out there, isn’t it?” he comments. “I hope you brought an umbrella.” || starter for @mightymorphinpowerpuff
