RP / OWL: Flowers for Pansy
Date: 02 November 1999 | Afternoon
Characters: Neville Longbottom, Pansy Parkinson
Location: Gelli Deg [Gurdin's Residence], Foreman's
Status: Private
Summary: Neville sends Pansy flowers.
Completion: Complete
Neville breathed a sigh of relief when Master Gurdin clamped him on the shoulder and nodded approvingly. He grinned like an absolute idiot when the nod was followed by the normally taciturn Herbologist offering a sincere compliment, 'Well done, Longbottom. We'll make a Master Herbologist out of you yet.' Neville tried and failed to wipe the smile off his face when his idiotic grin got him a smack on the back of the head with a comment to save the sappy looks for 'that Parkinson girl'. Which was followed by an offer to go raid the cutting greenhouse for a bouquet and instructions to take tomorrow off.
Frankly, Neville was exhausted enough -- having worked everyday for the past eleven days straight on these plants -- that he was tempted to fall into the cot he had setup and sleep clear through to morning. He'd had to move into Gelli Deg because the plants he'd been working on needed attention every two hours. Master Gurdin has spent a great deal of time laughing at him and telling him it was 'damn good practice' for having children, but Neville noted ironically that after the fourth day, Master Gurdin stopped getting up every two hours himself to monitor Neville's progress in the middle of the night. Flowers were really secondary to sleep but Neville knew he owed Pansy for being so patient with him the past two weeks, so he obediently did as Master Gurdin suggested and went to work up a bouquet and write a note before collapsing.
In big bold letters on the outside of the flower box:
NO, THIS IS NOT A PEACE OFFERING
FOR THE DELIVERY OF BAD NEWS.
Dear Pansy,
Please tell me you haven't ditched me for Malfoy or one of those other blokes that have been waiting for me to leave you alone long enough for them to move in.
I love you. I miss you. And I finished my project. I'm free until next Monday when I start the next phase of my training. If you're free for lunch tomorrow, I'd love to take you to Italian Kitchen. On Saturday I'd love to do some exploring or something else together, even if it just lying about, if you don't have an event or if you do, maybe we could visit my parents together and do something on Sunday. I'm sorry that I can't seem to recall your schedule right now. I'm too exhausted to think and write at the same time.
The flowers are from me and Master Gurdin. Who, by the way, told me a few minutes ago that (and this is a direct quote not the figment of an exhausted imagination) 'We'll make a Master Herbologist out of you yet.' I'm taking that to mean I am no longer a waste of oxygen or a blight on his backside.
Did I say I love you? Oh, yes. I see I did. I'll say it again anyway. I love you. I probably won't wake up until Friday morning, so don't be surprised if you write back and I don't reply until then.
Love,
Neville
P.S. I hope this letter made sense.
Attached: box of freshly cut flowers in whites, purples and yellows.
Characters: Neville Longbottom, Pansy Parkinson
Location: Gelli Deg [Gurdin's Residence], Foreman's
Status: Private
Summary: Neville sends Pansy flowers.
Completion: Complete
Neville breathed a sigh of relief when Master Gurdin clamped him on the shoulder and nodded approvingly. He grinned like an absolute idiot when the nod was followed by the normally taciturn Herbologist offering a sincere compliment, 'Well done, Longbottom. We'll make a Master Herbologist out of you yet.' Neville tried and failed to wipe the smile off his face when his idiotic grin got him a smack on the back of the head with a comment to save the sappy looks for 'that Parkinson girl'. Which was followed by an offer to go raid the cutting greenhouse for a bouquet and instructions to take tomorrow off.
Frankly, Neville was exhausted enough -- having worked everyday for the past eleven days straight on these plants -- that he was tempted to fall into the cot he had setup and sleep clear through to morning. He'd had to move into Gelli Deg because the plants he'd been working on needed attention every two hours. Master Gurdin has spent a great deal of time laughing at him and telling him it was 'damn good practice' for having children, but Neville noted ironically that after the fourth day, Master Gurdin stopped getting up every two hours himself to monitor Neville's progress in the middle of the night. Flowers were really secondary to sleep but Neville knew he owed Pansy for being so patient with him the past two weeks, so he obediently did as Master Gurdin suggested and went to work up a bouquet and write a note before collapsing.
In big bold letters on the outside of the flower box:
NO, THIS IS NOT A PEACE OFFERING
FOR THE DELIVERY OF BAD NEWS.
Dear Pansy,
Please tell me you haven't ditched me for Malfoy or one of those other blokes that have been waiting for me to leave you alone long enough for them to move in.
I love you. I miss you. And I finished my project. I'm free until next Monday when I start the next phase of my training. If you're free for lunch tomorrow, I'd love to take you to Italian Kitchen. On Saturday I'd love to do some exploring or something else together, even if it just lying about, if you don't have an event or if you do, maybe we could visit my parents together and do something on Sunday. I'm sorry that I can't seem to recall your schedule right now. I'm too exhausted to think and write at the same time.
The flowers are from me and Master Gurdin. Who, by the way, told me a few minutes ago that (and this is a direct quote not the figment of an exhausted imagination) 'We'll make a Master Herbologist out of you yet.' I'm taking that to mean I am no longer a waste of oxygen or a blight on his backside.
Did I say I love you? Oh, yes. I see I did. I'll say it again anyway. I love you. I probably won't wake up until Friday morning, so don't be surprised if you write back and I don't reply until then.
Love,
Neville
P.S. I hope this letter made sense.
Attached: box of freshly cut flowers in whites, purples and yellows.