Neville's Story
Ron stopped mid sentence letting his toast drop to his plate. Hermione looked at him in concern.
" Everything all right Ron?" Ron coughed then said in a barely audible whisper,
" What is she wearing?" Harry Potter turned around in his seat and saw what Ron was looking at. Standing at the teacher's table stood two girls. One was shaking hands with Dumbledore while the other was shifting her weight from one foot to another and looking anxiously around the Great Hall. The girl talking to Dumbledore was not what Ron was staring at. The girl with Dumbledore was tall and thin, had dark brown hair and ice cold blue eyes and although pretty was really did not look out of the ordinary wearing light blue wizard robes that matched her eyes. It was the other girl. That one looked very young but it was her clothes that made Ron's mouth drop open. She was wearing some sort of blue pants that flared out at the bottom and a red shirt that only sleeves were tiny little straps and the shirt said on it "Abercrombie". Everyone else at the Gryffindor table seemed to have noticed the girl and were having hushed conversations.
" There is no-one on any quidditch team ANYWHERE that has a player who has a name of Abercrombie. No English team I can think of." Seamus Finnigan said to Dean Thomas.
" How about the international teams?" Dean answered him because Dean being from a muggle family was not all that up on the Quidditch teams.
" Nope. Besides Abercrombie sounds like an English name doesn't it?" On the other side of the table Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown kept glancing at the younger girl with angry faces.
"Did you see her shirt?" Lavender whispered to Parvati.
" Yes I did. She looks like a hussy! It doesn't even have sleeves! Lavender shook her head picking at her purple nail polish.
" Dumbledore shouldn't let her type into the school!" Suddenly the taller girl pointed over to the Gryffinndor table. Right at Harry. Fred Weasley, Ron's brother, looked at Harry and grinned.
" Harry, it's the reporters". Fred's twin brother George then also looked over and said in mock horror,
" Hermione, quick under the table! We all know what the Daily Prophet readers think of you!" Hermione smiled then gave George a shove. All the Gryffindor's remembered when Rita Skeeter, a reporter for the Daily Prophet wrote an article on Harry that particularly denounced Hermione. The two girls walked over to the Gryffindor table.
The older girl stopped at the head of the table a look of remembrance on her forehead.
"I remember when I was head girl here" a smile crossing her otherwise cold and unemotional face.
" Head girl?" Fred whispered to George. " Percy would be in love". Then both twins covered their mouths with their hands to keep from laughing out loud and breaking the silence that had overcome the table. The younger girl however walked right behind Harry's chair. From the corner of his eye he saw the younger girl's arm swing out. "She's going to hug me!" Harry thought in despair. Harry closed his eyes but opened them again 30 seconds later after he felt no-one's arms around him. He sighed in relief, then turned around to see where the girl had gone. To his surprise he saw the girl had her arms around the person next to him. Harry's mouth dropped open as he looked at whom the girl had was now hugging.
" Neville! Oh Neville it's been so long since I've seen you! And look how grown up you are!" Neville smile then laughed,
" Hey, in case you forgot you are almost 2 years younger then me!" The girl laughed then seemed to notice everyone else at the table. She walked over to Ron stuck out her hand batted her long eyelashes and said,
"Voldemort's daughter you know." The older girl gave the younger a shove.
" She's not, " the older said amidst all the gaping mouths and stares. The younger shrugged and calmly stated,
" I always wanted to say that. It's the biggest thing in America." The older shook her head and said "Oh...in America. Every since you began modeling there it's all you talk about! But, we are forgetting our manners." She stood up straighter and was know speaking to everyone at the table. "I'm Lydia Longbottom and this brat over here is Erin Longbottom". The younger girl, Erin, looked up and grinned. She lightly knocked Neville upside the head and said,
" And I'm more of a Squib than Neville is." Lydia looked at her sister and if it was possible Lydia's ice cold blue eyes got colder.
" Neville is NOT a squib! He's here at Hogwarts isn't he!"
" Well, I'm at Hogwarts too, sissy!" Erin said then blinked her purple eyes innocently.
" That's not what I meant! Well, then Neville got accepted to Hogwarts! Did you?" then the two moved over to sit next to Neville and started talking with him. While that little family reunion was going on, Fred looked at Harry and Ron and said very quietly,
" You people mean to tell me that those two beauties are Longbottoms?"
Ron stopped mid sentence letting his toast drop to his plate. Hermione looked at him in concern.
" Everything all right Ron?" Ron coughed then said in a barely audible whisper,
" What is she wearing?" Harry Potter turned around in his seat and saw what Ron was looking at. Standing at the teacher's table stood two girls. One was shaking hands with Dumbledore while the other was shifting her weight from one foot to another and looking anxiously around the Great Hall. The girl talking to Dumbledore was not what Ron was staring at. The girl with Dumbledore was tall and thin, had dark brown hair and ice cold blue eyes and although pretty was really did not look out of the ordinary wearing light blue wizard robes that matched her eyes. It was the other girl. That one looked very young but it was her clothes that made Ron's mouth drop open. She was wearing some sort of blue pants that flared out at the bottom and a red shirt that only sleeves were tiny little straps and the shirt said on it "Abercrombie". Everyone else at the Gryffindor table seemed to have noticed the girl and were having hushed conversations.
" There is no-one on any quidditch team ANYWHERE that has a player who has a name of Abercrombie. No English team I can think of." Seamus Finnigan said to Dean Thomas.
" How about the international teams?" Dean answered him because Dean being from a muggle family was not all that up on the Quidditch teams.
" Nope. Besides Abercrombie sounds like an English name doesn't it?" On the other side of the table Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown kept glancing at the younger girl with angry faces.
"Did you see her shirt?" Lavender whispered to Parvati.
" Yes I did. She looks like a hussy! It doesn't even have sleeves! Lavender shook her head picking at her purple nail polish.
" Dumbledore shouldn't let her type into the school!" Suddenly the taller girl pointed over to the Gryffinndor table. Right at Harry. Fred Weasley, Ron's brother, looked at Harry and grinned.
" Harry, it's the reporters". Fred's twin brother George then also looked over and said in mock horror,
" Hermione, quick under the table! We all know what the Daily Prophet readers think of you!" Hermione smiled then gave George a shove. All the Gryffindor's remembered when Rita Skeeter, a reporter for the Daily Prophet wrote an article on Harry that particularly denounced Hermione. The two girls walked over to the Gryffindor table.
The older girl stopped at the head of the table a look of remembrance on her forehead.
"I remember when I was head girl here" a smile crossing her otherwise cold and unemotional face.
" Head girl?" Fred whispered to George. " Percy would be in love". Then both twins covered their mouths with their hands to keep from laughing out loud and breaking the silence that had overcome the table. The younger girl however walked right behind Harry's chair. From the corner of his eye he saw the younger girl's arm swing out. "She's going to hug me!" Harry thought in despair. Harry closed his eyes but opened them again 30 seconds later after he felt no-one's arms around him. He sighed in relief, then turned around to see where the girl had gone. To his surprise he saw the girl had her arms around the person next to him. Harry's mouth dropped open as he looked at whom the girl had was now hugging.
" Neville! Oh Neville it's been so long since I've seen you! And look how grown up you are!" Neville smile then laughed,
" Hey, in case you forgot you are almost 2 years younger then me!" The girl laughed then seemed to notice everyone else at the table. She walked over to Ron stuck out her hand batted her long eyelashes and said,
"Voldemort's daughter you know." The older girl gave the younger a shove.
" She's not, " the older said amidst all the gaping mouths and stares. The younger shrugged and calmly stated,
" I always wanted to say that. It's the biggest thing in America." The older shook her head and said "Oh...in America. Every since you began modeling there it's all you talk about! But, we are forgetting our manners." She stood up straighter and was know speaking to everyone at the table. "I'm Lydia Longbottom and this brat over here is Erin Longbottom". The younger girl, Erin, looked up and grinned. She lightly knocked Neville upside the head and said,
" And I'm more of a Squib than Neville is." Lydia looked at her sister and if it was possible Lydia's ice cold blue eyes got colder.
" Neville is NOT a squib! He's here at Hogwarts isn't he!"
" Well, I'm at Hogwarts too, sissy!" Erin said then blinked her purple eyes innocently.
" That's not what I meant! Well, then Neville got accepted to Hogwarts! Did you?" then the two moved over to sit next to Neville and started talking with him. While that little family reunion was going on, Fred looked at Harry and Ron and said very quietly,
" You people mean to tell me that those two beauties are Longbottoms?"