RP: A Secret Keeper
Title: A Secret Keeper
Date: 27 August 1998
Time of Day: 1:00 pm
Characters: Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom
Location: The Nook
Status: Semi-Public
Brief Summary: Harry asks Neville for some help
Completion: Complete
Warnings: None
Wandering up to the Nook, Harry grinned at the small house, eager to find out how Neville had managed to acquire such a house. And not only acquire it, but get several women to agree to share it with him. He knocked once, then remembered Neville's owl that he may be in the back.
Turning, Harry found his way around the house, noting the greenhouse in the garden. He walked down the path into the greenhouse and sure enough, there was Neville, bent over some large, twisted green plant currently taking sharp swipes at him, though Neville seemed not to be bothered by it, ducking appropriately as he clipped at the plant with shears.
"Neville."
Startled, Neville looked up and was promptly slapped in the face by a gnarled limb, throwing him back to the floor. Harry hurried over, grabbing Neville's hand and pulling him up as the plant took one last swipe at them both before falling still.
"Sorry mate," Harry said, brushing a patch of dirt off of Neville's arm. "All right?"
Date: 27 August 1998
Time of Day: 1:00 pm
Characters: Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom
Location: The Nook
Status: Semi-Public
Brief Summary: Harry asks Neville for some help
Completion: Complete
Warnings: None
Wandering up to the Nook, Harry grinned at the small house, eager to find out how Neville had managed to acquire such a house. And not only acquire it, but get several women to agree to share it with him. He knocked once, then remembered Neville's owl that he may be in the back.
Turning, Harry found his way around the house, noting the greenhouse in the garden. He walked down the path into the greenhouse and sure enough, there was Neville, bent over some large, twisted green plant currently taking sharp swipes at him, though Neville seemed not to be bothered by it, ducking appropriately as he clipped at the plant with shears.
"Neville."
Startled, Neville looked up and was promptly slapped in the face by a gnarled limb, throwing him back to the floor. Harry hurried over, grabbing Neville's hand and pulling him up as the plant took one last swipe at them both before falling still.
"Sorry mate," Harry said, brushing a patch of dirt off of Neville's arm. "All right?"