RP: Accommodations
Date: 12 July 1998
Characters: Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas
Location: Hogwarts
Summary: Seamus and Dean are looking for another potential roommate.
Completion: Complete
Having a job, a real job, was a wonderful thing. Neville had been working for Professor Sprout since the end of the war, first helping to rebuild the greenhouses, then in replanting all the flora that had been destroyed during the battle. Now that things had more or less settled back to near-normalcy he basically assisted with the continuing maintenance, mulching and weeding and turning compost and making sure everything had enough water and fertilizer to grow properly.
And he was getting paid for it.
He'd never expected not to work. Gran had worked, and his parents had both been Aurors. The Longbottoms were a well-to-do family, and Neville knew that if he wanted he'd never have to work again if such was his choice, but that wasn't their way. It never had been, and Neville wasn't the sort to become the first not to work for others. Gran said it taught humility.
Pulling the last weed from the bed of mugwort, Neville straightened and glanced at the sky. It must be nearly lunchtime, he figured. Tugging his gloves from his hands, he started toward the castle. It had been awhile since he'd last eaten lunch in the Great Hall.
Characters: Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas
Location: Hogwarts
Summary: Seamus and Dean are looking for another potential roommate.
Completion: Complete
Having a job, a real job, was a wonderful thing. Neville had been working for Professor Sprout since the end of the war, first helping to rebuild the greenhouses, then in replanting all the flora that had been destroyed during the battle. Now that things had more or less settled back to near-normalcy he basically assisted with the continuing maintenance, mulching and weeding and turning compost and making sure everything had enough water and fertilizer to grow properly.
And he was getting paid for it.
He'd never expected not to work. Gran had worked, and his parents had both been Aurors. The Longbottoms were a well-to-do family, and Neville knew that if he wanted he'd never have to work again if such was his choice, but that wasn't their way. It never had been, and Neville wasn't the sort to become the first not to work for others. Gran said it taught humility.
Pulling the last weed from the bed of mugwort, Neville straightened and glanced at the sky. It must be nearly lunchtime, he figured. Tugging his gloves from his hands, he started toward the castle. It had been awhile since he'd last eaten lunch in the Great Hall.