Retroactively fixed the last chapter, changing my use of Daphne Greengrass to the canon, her younger sister Astoria. I'm not a fan of all of the post-DH interview information, but I do pick and choose what I want to use.

Just to repeat myself, this isn't really a chaptered fic; there's no overhanging plot, it won't be updated with any regularity, it's just a collection of ficlets from the post-DH world of my imagining because I find them entertaining to write from time to time, especially when I'm either on a roll with my writing (as I am now) or completely stuck and needing to write something light and that I don't expect much depth from.


Neville Longbottom is, for a good fifteen seconds, completely ready to thrash the life out of Harry Potter.

Two pairs of those green almond eyes was one more pair than he was expecting to see. He's seen enough photographs of the elder Lily Potter to see the uncanny resemblance between her and the skinny, mouthy Hufflepuff he had to set to detention on the very first day of class.

His immediate assumption is some extra child with another woman, that this October…Dursley. The name calms his wild imaginings. He remembers enough about Harry's unpleasant relations to recognize it. The illogical rush of images (a slighted Ginny, a conniving, slick, handlebar-mustache-twirling Harry, etcetera) runs away, and he is left with the fact that October Dursley is going to be the death of him.

Scorpius Malfoy looks somewhere between tears and murderous rage, sitting beside a blackly gleeful Toby, his wand clutched dangerously tight. He worried about the new Gryffindors (his old house is generally the place to look for the trouble-makers) but it seems in this particular class, the "goodnatured" and "loyal" Hufflepuffs are overturning conventions. At this point, with a Malfoy wearing yellow and black, he really shouldn't be surprised.

By the end of class, he's had to deduct more points from Hufflepuff than is sane, and both Toby and Scorpius have to report to Madam Pomfrey for some attention; Scorpius, his face a swollen, blotchy purple mess from a completely innocent allergic reaction to something in the greenhouse, and Toby for the hex he sent at her, convinced she'd done something (her green eyes are now far too big for her face, making her look like some demented owl, a la Professor Trelawney minus the spectacles.)

As the Hufflepuff/Gryffindor class rushes out, and a few of the first-year Ravenclaws arrive (an hour early, the eager little geeks) for the Slytherin/Ravenclaw class, Neville really, truly hopes that the newly-minted Slytherin Albus is still as mild as he remembers, and that mischief doesn't come coded in DNA along with those pretty green eyes.