Hi! Sorry for not updating for so long. Anyways, when I write this chapter, I was debating rather or not I should stick to the logic of the Harry Potter series...it's strange that I'm failing my AP Computer Sciences course, yet when it comes to writing I actually think about logic. I'm supposed to be suck at logic, and yet strangely enough, I feel I'm bound to logic. Logic is a crazy thing...Anyways, I don't think I want to be limited to logic with this story and I'm telling you this now because I don't want to see any unpleasant (although, might be extremely creative at the same time) comments concering with the logic of this story and the logic of the Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling. Otherwise, just express your unpleasant view on the story all you want as long as you provide a reasonable reason. Um...all this logic talk seems pointless, but just to be on the safe side.
I'm seriously concern that this might be the worst chapter yet, so tell me if you think so. By the way, this chapter is a Neville chapter. As well, tense switch would be italicized.
Disclaimer: Don't have the money to own anything...I only own the "obvious" original characters and the plot of this story. Otherwise, I own nothing of Harry Potter, because obviously it belongs to a lady named J.K. Rowling.
Neville throws the towel aside and clear away the sweat on his forehead with one swift swipe. He loves working at Andy's World every summer. He's been working here since the beginning of his study career at Hogwarts. His start at this local music palace has been an interesting one.
It had happened quite accidentally one day when he walked by the store. He did not know why, but he felt draw to the size and the presence of the instrument. It seemed so free, exposing its raw power to the world, especially for those who dare to tame it. He saw a drummer drumming before when he was about the age of seven. The sound that vibrated from the instrument mesmerized him. It was the roaring of a powerful beast.
"You want go in and take a look?"
Neville snapped out of his daze and turned to face a man around his late twenties, towering over him.
"I'm Andy, the proud owner of this musical land." The man said, while had his eyes on the drum set, "It's a beauty, isn't it?"
"No...It's not a beauty, i-it's a beast." Neville responded, with emphasis on the last word.
Andy was left confused for a moment. When the messy brown hair boy realized his sudden outburst, he blushed and apologized. He wanted to leave.
The man suddenly laughed. He put his hand on Neville's shoulder, "Don't leave. No, you don't need to apologize, because you are right."
Neville wanted to look up, but he was still burning with embarrassment.
"I was wrong...Yes, indeed it is a beast and not a beauty. Yes, I see what you mean." Andy kept nodding as he observed the 'beast'.
"You do?" Neville flickered his eyes to the much taller man.
"Yes, a beauty cannot produce sound as powerful as it is to belong to a king. But a beast---a beast can, and maybe even more powerful because it is bound to no rules...It is free and wild. It is the voice of nature." Andy closed his eyes, attempted to lose himself into the moment with nature.
He did not understand what the strange man meant entirely, but he was sure of one thing---he was being understood. He agreed with the man lamely.
"And you want to tame this beast?"
Neville looked to the drum set and back at the man again, "I have to get home."
"Wait! You don't want to take a look at the drum set?" Andy shouted after him.
It was a week since Neville saw the drum set and his encounter with the strange man. It was his grandmother's birthday, so he decided to buy his grandmother's favourite flower from the local flower store. Again, he found himself standing in front of the drum set, the ultimate beast. Everything was so close, but as he reached his hand to touch it, he realized the glass separator standing mindlessly in the way. Andy saw him and waved him over. He stiffly walked into the store, completely clueless of what might happen next. He regretted almost immediately after he walked in, and he had thought about just turn quickly and leave.
"You ran away last time...Didn't you want to check the drum set out?" Andy asked, leaning one arm on the counter.
"I...I had to go." He answered nervously. He felt like the biggest idiot.
"Hey listen kid," He walked up to the drum, "you like this?"
"It's nice." Neville replied quietly.
"No, I don't want to hear if it's nice." Andy smacked his own forehead, "I want to hear if you love it! Oh wait, shout out the answer!"
Neville awkwardly answered, speaking a little louder than his previous response, "I love it."
"You got any galleons with you?"
"No..." His face flushed, "I should get going..."
"But you like the drum set, right?" Andy asked.
"Yeah..." Neville looked over to the drum set, "It's a great drum set."
"You drum before?" The older man asked with curiosity, "Because you sound like you know a hell lot about it."
Neville shook his head.
"Oh, interesting..." Andy rubbed his chin in a thoughtful way, "But you want to drum, right?"
"I don't have that kind of money...Sorry, I can't buy anything here..." Neville apologized and felt foolish.
"Oh, so I was wasting my time---all this, talking to someone who wasn't going buy anything..." He messed through his hair, then suddenly stopped and said, "Oh I got it! You can work here, in return I can teach you to drum, and hey, maybe you can even work your way up in owning this drum set!"
Neville was too dumbfound to say anything, but managed to pull himself to speak at last, "Er...I don't know what to say...Um, why are you doing this?"
"Well, you can see what a dump this place is." He swung both of his arm for Neville to finally see the place as it was without being distracted by the drum set. Almost every square of the floor was covered with paper work and boxes. "Actually, I have one more question for you before you can officially take the job...Do you have any organizational skills?"
"I guess..." It was a half-lie, but he could think of nothing else at the moment except for what an opportunity this was.
"Alright," Andy clapped his hands together to seal the final agreement, "See you at ten tomorrow."
The front door swings open, leading the petite silver bells on the top to ring like tiny rain drops. He looks to the door, in time to see a girl with flame red hair that rivals with her temper enters.
"Hello, Ginny." Neville picks up a pile of papers off the floor and places it on the counter.
"Hello, Neville." She grins. It amazes him how strong she is, still able to stand strong even when Ron and Harry are gone to face the most dangerous adventure of their lives.
"What brings you here?" He asks.
"You just have to come with me and Luna to the Three Broomsticks next Wednesday! There's going to be a performance by the Witch Square." She says, full of excitements.
"I-I don't know." He responds with an uneasiness in his voice, "I have to work that day, sorry Ginny."
"Then skip it, when do you not have to work in the summer?" She questions, "Please, do yourself a favour. I don't want to come all the way here to take a 'no' for answer."
"You could have write to me..." Neville smiles.
"I would, but my house's out of parchments." She explains, "If you reject, I will be gladly to tell your grandma that you work here."
Neville takes aback and his eyes open larger, "No...no, you can't! She w-wouldn't be able to take it!"
"Then accept the invitation." She smiles sweetly.
His shoulders relax, "Fine..."
So what do you think? Never concern if I'm gonna continue this story or not, because I am. But do tell me your critique(s) on it.