1er Integrale
It was midnight at Hogwarts and Neville Longbottom was wandering the corridors of the school. He had forgotten the password to the common room and everyone else had seemed to have gone to bed early, so Neville, not feeling too sleepy, and for want of something to do, had decided to just start walking and see where he found himself.
There was another reason he wished to do this.
This reason's name was Blaise Zabini.
During today's slug club meeting Neville had thought it might be witty to make a joke about Blaise's mother, and while Slughorn had found it amusing, Blaise had been ready to thrust his salad knife down Neville's throat, lettuce and all. When Neville went to leave, he wasn't able to find his school bag, with his carefully maintained list of common room passwords. Now, Neville couldn't just assume that Blaise had stolen his bag, but he would rather not assume that he was completely safe waiting outside the common room in the dark just to get stabbed in the pharynx.
Gloomily Neville began to talk to himself, as lonely, miserable people tend to do.
"I doubt anyone even notices that I'm missing, Or cares, really. Not that I expect them to, but it would be nice to be someone that matters to people for once. I wish I was someone else, someone people could LIKE. Or… or… maybe it's not that I'm the problem, it's just the world doesn't really need me. I'm just useless here. Not a happy thought, that.".
Neville on with his mumblings for a few more moments when he noticed a door had appeared on the wall next to him. Without even meaning to he had accidentally come upon the Room of Requirement.
The door was different than the one that it had been when Neville had been in the Order, it was much heavier and made out some sort of thick metal. There was a weird sign on the door that looked sort of like an upside-down banana with a cross through it.
Neville outstretched his hand for the brass doorknob, but then hesitated.
What was it the room thought he needed? He had been complaining about his life, wishing for a new one, but it surely couldn't give him THAT. Even the room had limitations on what it could possibly facilitate, right?.
Making up his mind, he firmly grasped the doorknob, turned it, and entered the room.
