Title: Mail
Author: jmaria
Rating: FR15
Claim: Millicent/Neville
Disclaimer: J.K. owns them, I'm merely exploring the facets
Pairing: Millicent/Neville
Prompt: 07: Quidditch
Spoilers: post-HBP
Words: 278

Mail

He was the one she instinctively went to when the owl brought the heavy envelope to the remains of the Slytherin table the morning before the last day of their seventh year. The Golden Trio and the Weasley girl were near him, watching her as she clumsily made her way over to him. Ron and Ginny had stopped talking, and Hermione had tensed up a bit. Harry glanced over at her, and Millicent could have sworn he'd smiled.

"Neville, can I have a word?"
"Sure Millie," Neville smiled.
"In private?" She frowned at the look Ron was wearing.
"All right."

She led the way out of the Great Hall and shoved the envelope over to him. Neville frowned, reading the sprawling script on the missive.

"For some reason, I can't open it," Millicent gave a shuddering laugh. "And I figured, considering everything that you'd have enough courage to do the job."
"And that it would give you someone to hit in case it's not the answer your hoping for?" Neville smiled.
"You would be the most understanding about it."

Neville carefully opened the envelope, his eyes scanning the top letter. He frowned, and Millicent could feel herself fidgeting.

"What does it say?"
"They're willing to hold a special tryouts for you," Neville grinned. "Looks like they need an ace beater on their team after all. Congratulations, Mil."
"No!" He handed her the letter, and Millicent read it. She laughed, tears stinging her eyes. She pulled Neville in for a hug, their first since the last battle. She'd forgotten how it felt to be hugged.
"You deserve this, Mil. And they'd be idiots not to give you a spot."