Proffesor Neville Longbottom
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"Wake up, Neville." Came the dreamy voice of Luna Longbottom. Not dreamy as you think dreamy, but dreamy as in Luna dreamy, where she sounds so content when she talks in her voice of hers. Neville woke up, letting go of the pillow he had been hugging while he was sleeping, and turned to face his wife, with a look of horror on his face. "Today's the day, isn't it?"
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"Oh, Nevvy, I'm sure you'll do fine!" Luna assured Neville as he blankly ate his cereal. As his wife skipped around the kitchen, he seemed to be in his own little world. Today was his first day teaching at Hogwarts School of Witchraft and Wizardrey. He would be teaching second years-just a group of twelve year olds, seemed simple enough. He thought, he certainly hoped that they would like his lesson on Gillyweed.
"Listen Neville, get in your robes on, okay? Then I'll take you to the castle, it's only a short walk." Luna swayed and pranced upstairs. The happy couple was staying in Hogsmeade for the school year, so they could be together; Luna even offered to fill in the job as nurse, which she was granted. He went to the closet and took out his robes, putting them on carefully. This day would live in imfany, if he lived through it!
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"I look just like Madam Pomfrey, bless her soul!" Luna crooned, admiring her outfit as she and her husband walked to Hogwarts. "Yeah, bless her soul." Neville mumbled, half listening. Neville trudged along, kicking his feet lightly against the pebbles that were spewed on the ground. Luna took his hand reassuringly and smiled at him. "Everything will be alright, professor."
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"All right, I'll see you at lunch, right, Luna?" Neville asked his wife as they stood outside the hospital wing. "Oh, yes! I'm looking forward to meeting the students!" She agreed and kissed him on the cheek lightly, then skipped off, her robes flying freely, and the flower in her wispy, blond, hair changed color once again.
Neville quickly walked over to the Herbology Green house, as fast as he could. He could have apparated, but he took his time going over his speech in his head, about....Gillyweed! He had almost forgotten; breath Neville! Neville sped past the great hall, but lingered a bit to peer through the doors and watch jubilant first years getting sorted. He wished he could have been with them to watch, but he had plants to attend too.
Neville reached his classroom. He took a deep breath, and stepped inside.
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"Uh, Hello, I'm your Herbology teacher. Today we'll be talking about Gillyweed-er, well, not talking, you're actually going to expierence it, if you promise not to tell, I wasn't really allowed to do this. Er, I probably shouldn't have told you that..." THousands of hands flew up as Neville cleared his throat. He pointed to one of the hands, hoping it wouldn't be too bad. "Hello, I'm Elizabeth Brown. I was wondering why you couldn't allow us to use..Gillywad?"
"Are you Lavender Brown's daughter?" Neville asked, suprised that he actually knew the name. "The one and only!" NEville shook his head, definatley. "Well...because you would have to-how many of you know the effects of Gillyweed?" Hands shot up. "Harry Potter used it in the TriWizard tournament." A boy said, his peircing blue eyes told the story. "You must be James Potter." Neville assumed. "The second!" James said brightly.
"My mother is Padma Patill, do you know her?" A shy second year asked and Neville nodded eagerly. "What's your name?" Someone else asked. "Neville Longbottom." Neville answered forgetting he was a proffesser.
"Whoa! You're a Dumbledore's Army bloke!"
"You fought in the Ministry of Magic with Harry Potter!"
"You stood up to Voldemort in the Battle of Hogwarts!"
"Your Granny was odd..."
"You're legendary!"
Neville beamed, this would be a great year.