It is I, and I have been practicing drabbles. I decided to share them, on the off chance that someone cares.
This one is actually exactly one hundred words. You are obviously all agog at my amazing abilities.
DISCLAIMER: Algie, Augusta, Frank, Neville, Trevor and that little gray cactus all belong to a woman who goes by Joanne Kathleen Rowling. Perhaps you've heard of her?
WARNING: Rubbish gifts and the general suckiness of Neville's life.
Great-Uncle Algie has always been his favorite relative, despite, or perhaps because of, everything. The few decent birthday gifts he had received were all from him. This one was the best of all, it almost made up for the rest of the rubbish he had gotten. According to One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, it was remarkably rare. When he had given him Trevor, Great-Uncle Algie had growled, "Don't lose 'im." This time, he had said, "You're your own man, Neville Longbottom." And when Neville looked at that little gray cactus, he almost believed –
"Frank always hated Herbology," Gran said.
postscript: Yay! The page break LIVES! And I'm sorry if you all feel like a good cry now. Here! Here's Neville to hug! But don't hug him too much, as Luna is likely to get jealous, or at least, take him away and hid him.
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