Chapter Eight : Neville Longbottom
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ACI was poking boredly at a hole in her smooshy armchair when Neville barged in, performing some strange dance. She straightened; it was just what she needed.
"Wha…? This isn't the toilet…"
"Know your stars, know your stars…"
"But I'm no good at astronomy! Can't it be know your plants?"
"Just sit!"
"But I have to go!" Neville's face looked a bit pinched.
"Too bad. Hold it. There's lying, teasing and embarrassing to be done."
"Wha--?" But he sat.
"Hmmmm…… how to start……… oooh, got it! Okay, here we go: Neville has a crush on Luna but he's afraid that Draco will dump him!"
Neville flushed. "That's not true! I mean only part of it is true! I mean… arrgh, that's not helping me!"
"So wait, you are going out with Draco?!?!?!"
"Wait – No – I – You're lying!"
"No I'm not."
"Yeah you are!" Neville dashed to a computer, logged onto the Internet, and found the page. "You are! It says so right here by the top: 'Too bad. Hold it. There's lying, teasing and embarrassing to be done.' Proof!"
"I said it had to be done. I didn't say to whom, by whom, when, where, why, how, what or which."
Neville sat back down slowly as his brain attempted (and failed) to digest this statement.
"HA! Okay, new thread: Neville wants to break up with his grandmother, but doesn't know how."
"But that makes no sense. You just said I was going out with Malfoy…"
"I KNOW!!! Seriously, cheating on Malfoy with your own grandmother?!?! I mean, how disgraceful can you wizards get?"
"What…? Okay, one: I'm not going out with my grandmother OR Draco Malfoy; two: … You mean you're not a wizard? Or rather, witch?"
auto-reply from ACI: One: yes you ARE; two: DUH NO! GODDESS, not WITCH! Jeez, what an insult!
"Huh? …………Oh dear……… I'm afraid I don't quite follow…… what does she……………" He continued to mutter as he danced frantically toward the john.
ACI grinned. He wasn't screaming, but she succeeded in thoroughly puzzling him… and she wasn't bored anymore.
Hey, CoCo here! Wow… that was fun. I like Neville. Anyhoo, if you're wondering, I also wrote McGonagall, Ron, and Sirius. I'm gonna put my name on the bottom of the ones I write from now on, so if it's not there, you know the chapter's by Ives.
And by the way, if you didn't follow this: 'He continued to mutter as he danced frantically toward the john.' … the 'john' is yet another British slang word for washroom (along with loo, throne room… the list is endless!)
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