RP: Moving Plans
Title: Moving Plans
Date: August 2st 1998
Time of Day: Late afternoon
Characters: Neville Longbottom, Augusta Longbottom, Aberforth Dumbledore, Lavender Brown (mentions of), Dean Thomas (brief mention)
Location: Fairview (Augusta Longbottom's House), Pendle, Lancashire.
Status: Personal
Brief Summary: Neville does some property viewing then tells his Gran he's moving out. She disapproves of the idea of girl housemates but Neville is having none of it.
Completion: Complete.
Warnings: None.
Neville had been running late on the day he'd planned to view property so he hadn't, he'd also been thwarted by not knowing where exactly the properties were. Hogsmeade wasn't a big village but he didn't fancy wandering aimlessly. So two days later when he hadn't been due at Hogwarts, he apparated to Hogsmeade anyway with his circled newspaper. It made even more sense to be looking there now they had the news from the ministry about the N.E.W.T's.
The first thing he had done was stop in the Hog's Head to catch up with Aberforth Dumbledore and have a butterbeer. He'd also been able to establish, thanks to Aberforth's help, exactly where these properties were, the classified adverts not featuring the addresses. Aberforth had easily been able to point him in the right direction and so he'd paid for his drink and headed off to check them out.
He'd went first to the one closest to the Hog's Head because he thought that would be handy, the Three Broomsticks was of course more popular, and even Neville had to admit generally a bit cleaner. But while he went there on occasion, Nevile preferred the Hog's Head, mainly out of loyalty to Aberforth. However when he got to the house, it was immediately obvious why it was was more affordable. It was in better nick than the shrieking shack . . . but only just.
The next house however, it was more of a cottage and well he had one issue with it to be sure but it looked alright initially. He peered in the windows where it looked plain and abandoned but mostly cleanish. He was investigating further when he found the little path at the side of the cottage, following it round he discovered a absolutely massive garden. Right at the bottom was a somewhat in disrepair, overgrown greenhouse. He grinned, well this was just perfect. Certainly worth dealing with the outer decor of the cottage which he thought Lavender might actually like.
So buoyed by finding a house that made his decision easier he'd disapparated home. All he had to do know was owl the owner with an offer and tell his Gran his plans. He had mentioned moving out before but she had a tendency to gloss over what she didn't want to hear.
She was in the drawing room listening to a news report on the wireless. It was of course like so much other news about the ongoing trials at the ministry. Neville was rather glad not to interrupt yet another fireplace talk in which the words 'sword of Gryffindor,' 'sorting hat', 'killed the snake' and 'his parent's son.' The last made him smile the others made him sort of uncomfortable. Reminded him of the decision he had yet to make. It wasn't as if you could apply to be an Auror and say 'I know I don't have the N.E.W.T's but I led a student rebellion for a year and killed Voldemort's snake.' Not without feeling like an enormous prat anyway.
"You're back sharpish, love," Augusta Longbottom said, glancing up at her grandson surprised. She flicked off the wireless and added satisfied. "Another conviction."
"Good," said Neville, he was certain nearly everyone arrested deserved it and he was more concerned with the death eaters still on the run. "I wasn't at Hogwarts today," he added, "I just went to Hogsmeade, to look at a house." He dropped into an armchair and scooped Trevor off the sideboard startling him almost. He tucked the toad into a pocket where he was inclined to reside and waited for his Gran's response. There was a long pause which was unusual because his Gran never usually held back from speaking her mind.
"Hmph, I suppose from the fact I'm hearing about it, you're going to take it then," she said eyeing him appraisingly, there'd been an awkwardness since he'd come home, she knew. Augusta had never been more proud of Neville but she sometimes had trouble reconciling the awkward forgetful boy she'd raised with the young man who'd upset the death eater so much she'd had to go on the run. She was proud of him of course, but it certainly changed things. Still it was about time, she thought grudgingly, and he'd come to this decision on his own but that didn't mean she had to go easy on him. "Leaving me to manage on my own in my dotage." Her mouth twitched a little.
"Yes," said Nevile, "I mean it'll be handy for the N.E.W.T's and . . ." he trailed off and stared at her. Then before he knew it he was laughing. "Gran!" he said helplessly grinning at her. Augusta Longbottom rarely made jokes and he knew it was as close to approval as he was going to get.
"Your father moved out at eighteen," Augusta told him. "Of course," she added, "he was engaged to your mother then." She eyed him and added pointedly. "Do you plan to live on your own?"
Neville had known that about his parents. Gran talked about them a lot which he'd been always been grateful for. It gave them something of them, even if he didn't remember anything but the parents he say at St Mungo's. The hints he could do without. "I don't know," he said. "There's a couple of other DA member's interested in a house share but nothing definite. Dean was thinking about moving out, and Lavender seems keen. The rent's not bad though I could afford it on my own for a bit,if that falls through just til I know what I'm doing anyway." One of the books Neville had got for his birthday was the uninteresting sounding title: Alternative careers in Magical Law Enforcement.' He did mean to consider it.
"Lavender?" said Augusta with an disapproving look. "I don't think that sounds for the best dear, people might talk." The youngest brown girl, she thought considering. Nice enough, in Augusta's opinion.
"They could talk about the end of last year when we lived in hammocks in the same room." Neville told her practically. "Housemates, Gran, it'll be just like Gryffindor Tower, but with less stairs."
Trevor wriggled out of his pocket hopped off the chair and Neville took that as his cue to chase the toad before he got too far. "I have to go send an owl," he said. "But then I'll come help with dinner."
Date: August 2st 1998
Time of Day: Late afternoon
Characters: Neville Longbottom, Augusta Longbottom, Aberforth Dumbledore, Lavender Brown (mentions of), Dean Thomas (brief mention)
Location: Fairview (Augusta Longbottom's House), Pendle, Lancashire.
Status: Personal
Brief Summary: Neville does some property viewing then tells his Gran he's moving out. She disapproves of the idea of girl housemates but Neville is having none of it.
Completion: Complete.
Warnings: None.
Neville had been running late on the day he'd planned to view property so he hadn't, he'd also been thwarted by not knowing where exactly the properties were. Hogsmeade wasn't a big village but he didn't fancy wandering aimlessly. So two days later when he hadn't been due at Hogwarts, he apparated to Hogsmeade anyway with his circled newspaper. It made even more sense to be looking there now they had the news from the ministry about the N.E.W.T's.
The first thing he had done was stop in the Hog's Head to catch up with Aberforth Dumbledore and have a butterbeer. He'd also been able to establish, thanks to Aberforth's help, exactly where these properties were, the classified adverts not featuring the addresses. Aberforth had easily been able to point him in the right direction and so he'd paid for his drink and headed off to check them out.
He'd went first to the one closest to the Hog's Head because he thought that would be handy, the Three Broomsticks was of course more popular, and even Neville had to admit generally a bit cleaner. But while he went there on occasion, Nevile preferred the Hog's Head, mainly out of loyalty to Aberforth. However when he got to the house, it was immediately obvious why it was was more affordable. It was in better nick than the shrieking shack . . . but only just.
The next house however, it was more of a cottage and well he had one issue with it to be sure but it looked alright initially. He peered in the windows where it looked plain and abandoned but mostly cleanish. He was investigating further when he found the little path at the side of the cottage, following it round he discovered a absolutely massive garden. Right at the bottom was a somewhat in disrepair, overgrown greenhouse. He grinned, well this was just perfect. Certainly worth dealing with the outer decor of the cottage which he thought Lavender might actually like.
So buoyed by finding a house that made his decision easier he'd disapparated home. All he had to do know was owl the owner with an offer and tell his Gran his plans. He had mentioned moving out before but she had a tendency to gloss over what she didn't want to hear.
She was in the drawing room listening to a news report on the wireless. It was of course like so much other news about the ongoing trials at the ministry. Neville was rather glad not to interrupt yet another fireplace talk in which the words 'sword of Gryffindor,' 'sorting hat', 'killed the snake' and 'his parent's son.' The last made him smile the others made him sort of uncomfortable. Reminded him of the decision he had yet to make. It wasn't as if you could apply to be an Auror and say 'I know I don't have the N.E.W.T's but I led a student rebellion for a year and killed Voldemort's snake.' Not without feeling like an enormous prat anyway.
"You're back sharpish, love," Augusta Longbottom said, glancing up at her grandson surprised. She flicked off the wireless and added satisfied. "Another conviction."
"Good," said Neville, he was certain nearly everyone arrested deserved it and he was more concerned with the death eaters still on the run. "I wasn't at Hogwarts today," he added, "I just went to Hogsmeade, to look at a house." He dropped into an armchair and scooped Trevor off the sideboard startling him almost. He tucked the toad into a pocket where he was inclined to reside and waited for his Gran's response. There was a long pause which was unusual because his Gran never usually held back from speaking her mind.
"Hmph, I suppose from the fact I'm hearing about it, you're going to take it then," she said eyeing him appraisingly, there'd been an awkwardness since he'd come home, she knew. Augusta had never been more proud of Neville but she sometimes had trouble reconciling the awkward forgetful boy she'd raised with the young man who'd upset the death eater so much she'd had to go on the run. She was proud of him of course, but it certainly changed things. Still it was about time, she thought grudgingly, and he'd come to this decision on his own but that didn't mean she had to go easy on him. "Leaving me to manage on my own in my dotage." Her mouth twitched a little.
"Yes," said Nevile, "I mean it'll be handy for the N.E.W.T's and . . ." he trailed off and stared at her. Then before he knew it he was laughing. "Gran!" he said helplessly grinning at her. Augusta Longbottom rarely made jokes and he knew it was as close to approval as he was going to get.
"Your father moved out at eighteen," Augusta told him. "Of course," she added, "he was engaged to your mother then." She eyed him and added pointedly. "Do you plan to live on your own?"
Neville had known that about his parents. Gran talked about them a lot which he'd been always been grateful for. It gave them something of them, even if he didn't remember anything but the parents he say at St Mungo's. The hints he could do without. "I don't know," he said. "There's a couple of other DA member's interested in a house share but nothing definite. Dean was thinking about moving out, and Lavender seems keen. The rent's not bad though I could afford it on my own for a bit,if that falls through just til I know what I'm doing anyway." One of the books Neville had got for his birthday was the uninteresting sounding title: Alternative careers in Magical Law Enforcement.' He did mean to consider it.
"Lavender?" said Augusta with an disapproving look. "I don't think that sounds for the best dear, people might talk." The youngest brown girl, she thought considering. Nice enough, in Augusta's opinion.
"They could talk about the end of last year when we lived in hammocks in the same room." Neville told her practically. "Housemates, Gran, it'll be just like Gryffindor Tower, but with less stairs."
Trevor wriggled out of his pocket hopped off the chair and Neville took that as his cue to chase the toad before he got too far. "I have to go send an owl," he said. "But then I'll come help with dinner."