PREVIEW
Just thought I would give a little preview for the story to come. It has been awhile since I have written, and my words are a bit rusty but I am ready to jump on the saddle and write the things I wish J.K. had taken care. Neville Longbottom, my favorite character is where I start. I like to stay as in-character as possible, so let me know if you think I am deviating. I love reviews, especially critical ones, as long as they are trying to better me as a writer. Thanks for reading!
Neville stood, baffled at the entrance of Hogwarts. Samantha walked with a purpose, or so it seemed, to get as far from him as possible. Not once since the war had Neville felt so small, so stumped… the feeling did not suit him. The despair must have shown on his face, because suddenly he was no longer standing unnoticed. Looking down at his side stood none other than little James Potter looking all too smugly in the direction of Samantha, and back to Neville's face.
"Woman problems?" He stated simply, but with a slight curiosity that made Neville's stomach turn. Was he that transparent?
"James," He tried to say nonchalantly, beginning to walk towards the greenhouses where he had a class he was very near missing. To his disappointment James followed him, "where would you come up with a crazy idea like that?" The smug look that dominated James's featues quickly turned to reprove. "Come on, Neville, I see the way you look at her, I have seen the way you talk to her. You fancy her." Though his heart stopped, he would be damned if he allowed James to see he had touched a nerve. Fighting his warming face, Neville stopped.
"James, it is Professor Longbottom at school, and you are too young to even be thinking these things. Don't make me send your mother an owl concerning your train of thought." Neville felt a small pang of guilt at the look of defiance on James's face, but he turned and continued to walk, even as he heard James muttering "What is she your Voldemort now?"