My short little drabble, originally for Flourish's challenge, but lost amongst the back roads of the information highway. Inspired by what the fake-moody said to Neville in GOF. Enjoy!!
Confessions of an Almost-Squib
People always laughed at me when I was in school. Awkward Neville, slow
Neville, clumsy Neville; never part of the group, or any group. Never
friend Neville. I just didn't fit in with the others; we had different
interests. Horticulture- not the usually passion that overcomes teenage
boys. The greenhouses beckoned to me- the feeling of damp earth between
your fingers; the pungent smell of soil, of decay and creation existing
together; the feeling you get when you see the first sprout fighting it's
way out of it's dark prison. Plants transcend human morals- they always
reach towards the light.