Title: The Potter Game
Author: Eric
Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine.
Notes: Sorry I haven't updated in a while. My fault.
Chapter Five: The Annoyed, the Sorrowful, and the Weird
"This room is very, very small." Charlie complained.
"At least we have a room." Neville said, smiling slightly, "Just think, we could have to sleep in the old, dusty living room." Charlie rolled his eyes.
"I guess." he sighed. This was aggravating. What was he going to do about work?
"So, what do you want to do?" Neville asked.
"Let's visit someone." Charlie offered.
"Who?.. Like Harry?"
"Sure, why not."
"Let's go then." Neville said, and they walked out of the room, going to Harry and Luna's which was the last one down the hallway. They knocked and waited for a couple seconds, then the door opened with a small creak to reveal Luna.
"Hey, is Harry here?" Charlie asked. Luna shook her head.
"Went to the bathroom." she said. Charlie nodded.
"Oh, well, we'll just be leav-" Charlie was cut off.
"Why don't you come in?" Luna said, dreamily staring at Neville. Neville shrugged at Charlie and they walked into the room. It was much better looking than their own room. But it was very purple. (Hm.. Harry must absolutely love this.) Luna sat down on the bed and grinned at the ceiling.
"What house are you in?" Charlie asked, making conversation. Luna's big, shiny eyes came down to look at Charlie.
"Ravenclaw." Charlie nodded.
"Oh." he said. Neville hummed and rocked on his heels. It was an awkward silence in which Luna started singing under her breath.
"Weasley is our King..Hum dum dee.." she sang. Charlie raised his eyebrow at her. Neville gave Charlie a look and Charlie nodded. (Weird child.) The door opened and Harry came in.
"Oh, hey guys!" he said.
"Hey." Neville said.
"Let's just go.." Charlie said, getting bored. Neville nodded. They said goodbye and went back to their own room, feeling more exasperated than they were before they had left. "So, what do your parents do for a living?" Charlie asked. Neville frowned, sitting down on the bed and picking at a string on his shirt.
"I live with my Gram." he said. Charlie bit the side of his lip. He was curious and wanted to ask why. He didn't really know if he should pry or not, but he did anyway.
"Well, where are your parents?" he asked. Neville didn't answer, he was still staring at the loose string. "Oh.. Well you don't have to tell me. I was just wondering is all." Neville sighed.
"In St. Mungo's." he said. He never told anybody, except for when Harry, Ron, and Hermione found out.
"What?" Charlie asked, sitting down next to Neville.
"My parents. They're in St. Mungo's. They lost their minds.. From.. From being under Crucio too long. I visit them. A-and that's about it." he said. Charlie looked down. He had been wrong about his partner. There was more to this kid than he figured. It suddenly came to him.
"Alice and Frank Longbottom.." he whispered. Neville nodded. Charlie had known the whole time and just didn't piece it together. "I'm sorry.. Truly I am." He gave Neville one last look and left the room, to go to breakfast.
Neville sat on the bed, his forefinger and thumb still grasping the string from his shirt. He silently stared at it, thoughts swimming through his mind. He didn't notice the tears rolling down his cheeks, dripping from his chin. He just stared and stared. He didn't notice Charlie come back in the room. Charlie closed the door and kept his hand on the doorknob, watching Neville for a minute. He let his hand drop from he door and he sat beside Neville.
Neville looked up at Charlie and sniffed. Charlie hugged him and then left again.
"I'll bring you up something to eat." he said. Neville smiled.
A/N: "I'm sorry.. Truly I am." is from Finding Nemo, which I don't own.
"Thanks."
Author: Eric
Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine.
Notes: Sorry I haven't updated in a while. My fault.
Chapter Five: The Annoyed, the Sorrowful, and the Weird
"This room is very, very small." Charlie complained.
"At least we have a room." Neville said, smiling slightly, "Just think, we could have to sleep in the old, dusty living room." Charlie rolled his eyes.
"I guess." he sighed. This was aggravating. What was he going to do about work?
"So, what do you want to do?" Neville asked.
"Let's visit someone." Charlie offered.
"Who?.. Like Harry?"
"Sure, why not."
"Let's go then." Neville said, and they walked out of the room, going to Harry and Luna's which was the last one down the hallway. They knocked and waited for a couple seconds, then the door opened with a small creak to reveal Luna.
"Hey, is Harry here?" Charlie asked. Luna shook her head.
"Went to the bathroom." she said. Charlie nodded.
"Oh, well, we'll just be leav-" Charlie was cut off.
"Why don't you come in?" Luna said, dreamily staring at Neville. Neville shrugged at Charlie and they walked into the room. It was much better looking than their own room. But it was very purple. (Hm.. Harry must absolutely love this.) Luna sat down on the bed and grinned at the ceiling.
"What house are you in?" Charlie asked, making conversation. Luna's big, shiny eyes came down to look at Charlie.
"Ravenclaw." Charlie nodded.
"Oh." he said. Neville hummed and rocked on his heels. It was an awkward silence in which Luna started singing under her breath.
"Weasley is our King..Hum dum dee.." she sang. Charlie raised his eyebrow at her. Neville gave Charlie a look and Charlie nodded. (Weird child.) The door opened and Harry came in.
"Oh, hey guys!" he said.
"Hey." Neville said.
"Let's just go.." Charlie said, getting bored. Neville nodded. They said goodbye and went back to their own room, feeling more exasperated than they were before they had left. "So, what do your parents do for a living?" Charlie asked. Neville frowned, sitting down on the bed and picking at a string on his shirt.
"I live with my Gram." he said. Charlie bit the side of his lip. He was curious and wanted to ask why. He didn't really know if he should pry or not, but he did anyway.
"Well, where are your parents?" he asked. Neville didn't answer, he was still staring at the loose string. "Oh.. Well you don't have to tell me. I was just wondering is all." Neville sighed.
"In St. Mungo's." he said. He never told anybody, except for when Harry, Ron, and Hermione found out.
"What?" Charlie asked, sitting down next to Neville.
"My parents. They're in St. Mungo's. They lost their minds.. From.. From being under Crucio too long. I visit them. A-and that's about it." he said. Charlie looked down. He had been wrong about his partner. There was more to this kid than he figured. It suddenly came to him.
"Alice and Frank Longbottom.." he whispered. Neville nodded. Charlie had known the whole time and just didn't piece it together. "I'm sorry.. Truly I am." He gave Neville one last look and left the room, to go to breakfast.
Neville sat on the bed, his forefinger and thumb still grasping the string from his shirt. He silently stared at it, thoughts swimming through his mind. He didn't notice the tears rolling down his cheeks, dripping from his chin. He just stared and stared. He didn't notice Charlie come back in the room. Charlie closed the door and kept his hand on the doorknob, watching Neville for a minute. He let his hand drop from he door and he sat beside Neville.
Neville looked up at Charlie and sniffed. Charlie hugged him and then left again.
"I'll bring you up something to eat." he said. Neville smiled.
A/N: "I'm sorry.. Truly I am." is from Finding Nemo, which I don't own.
"Thanks."