Post by neville on Feb 10, 2010 15:14:32 GMT 10
NEVILLE FRANKLIN LONGBOTTOM
Maura be near Dallas at all, Christian took the opportunity to look down in his glass at the first sign of contact between the two. He’d be sure to mention to her later how he didn’t like seeing them together. Chances were that she wouldn’t care, but he had his ways of convincing her, certainly. Had Maura not recalled the bit of information she had provided him with about her being here? It was just another one of the many reasons Chris had showed up, not that he wasn’t going to before he found out that she was going to be there. Her telling him that she would be attending was like an open invitation, she had to know. Hell, Chris believed there was a chance that she wanted him there, why else would she tell him? To make him jealous? Pfft. She’d have to do a lot worse than that, a whole hell of a lot worse. Brilliantly amused as his bid was the highest, Christian looked up out of his glass and back up at the stage. Maura could let Dallas kiss her all she wanted, he wasn’t the one who had won this time. Besides, Chris didn’t believe that Dallas was her type at all. He was just another face, she was just doing this to piss him off, to make him realize what he’d missed out on.NAME ;; Neville Franklin Longbottom
NICKNAMES ;; Just Neville, please.
AGE ;; Seventeen
DATE OF BIRTH ;; July 30th, 1980
BLOOD STATUS AND RACE ;; Pureblood. Wizard.
YEAR ;; Seventh
HOUSE ;; Gryffindor
OCCUPATION ;; Student
SEXUAL ORIENTATION ;; Heterosexual
NEVILLE is ;;--- BRAVE ;; Possessing a type of bravery that differs greatly from the kind most people associate with the word, Neville is brave in the sense that he can, has, and will stand up and face the things and people preventing him from moving forward. The forces of nature and evil that struck down in his path as both a small child and as an adolescent have not stopped him from trying and trying again. Neville has also faced the evil head on, spat in the face of and deemed himself more worthy than, and pulled Godric Gryffindor’s sword from the Sorting Hat. To say that this Longbottom is not brave is to do no more than to lie.
--- DIGNIFIED ;; Dignity, by definition, means to be of worth. And being twelve times the worth of Draco Malfoy certainly constitutes being dignified, doesn’t it? Neville has proved himself to be of worth and stature. Would one not consider his prestige to be similar to that of Harry Potter or Ronald Weasley? It is a quiet dignity that Neville holds, never being one to boast loudly of his involvement or good deeds. It is, however, something that he admires about himself. Certainly his parents would be proud of him.
--- CLUMSY ;; Although clearly dignified and brave, words that are just in describing Neville, grace and skill were never really things he could admit to having. Not only physically, in the sense of always being just a little (and sometimes a lot) more awkward than he intends, but also mentally and emotionally. Not unintelligent, as Neville has taken a fine liking and natural skill to herbology, for one example, it is more than things jumble together for him. It takes him just a little bit more time to learn things, he has to catch his mental footing and gain confidence in himself before he can truly conquer lessons both at school and in life. As for emotionally, it is more so that they are awkwardly constructed (a bit like Neville himself) and often displayed at the wrong time or to the wrong people or are mistaken for different emotions altogether.
NEVILLE'S patronus is a ;; toad.
NEVILLE'S boggart takes the form of ;; himself under the Cruciatus Curse.
NEVILLE adores ;; Trevor the toad, plants, Herbology, Professor Sprout, his fellow Gryffindors, Dumbledore’s Army, Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum, Gran (even though sometimes she’s more frightening than she is likeable), dancing, teddy bear pajamas.
NEVILLE abhors ;; Transfiguration, Potions, death eaters, being yelled at, when his Remembrall turns red, petrificus totalus, the cruciatus curse, Draco Malfoy, stinksap, vomit flavored Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans.Born to Frank and Alice Longbottom, original members of the Order of the Phoenix, Neville was almost the chosen one. The prophecy given by Sybill Trelawney to Albus Dumbledore predicted the birth of a child born to parents who had thrice defied the Dark Lord as the seventh month died. July 30th, 1980, Neville was born hours apart from Harry Potter. It was a decision made by Voldemort that marked Harry the chosen one and wrote Neville out of the prophecy. This, however, did not save the fate of his family, as Frank and Alice were subject to the Cruciatus Curse at the hands of Bellatrix Lestrange and driven to insanity, forever to reside in St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries in Ward 49. They would never recognize those who they cared for in their lifetimes nor those who cared for them, aside from Alice Longbottom recognizing her son as someone she likes, gifting him often with Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum wrappers.
Raised by his Gran, Neville was feared to be a Squib, showing no natural knack for magic. He soon received his invitation to Hogwarts, where things did not quickly improve. It was hard for Neville to be at the same level as the other students. He wasn’t sure if it was because he was just no good at magic or because he was not giving himself the chance. A pureblood wizard should certainly be able to do such simple spells taught to first years correctly after a proper amount of time, correct? It took Neville time to excel at his classes, though from the beginning he showed an exceptional talent in Herbology. There were countless things and events throughout his years at Hogwarts that shaped him as a person, most notably standing up to friends when he believed they were doing wrong by their house and facing Bellatrix Lestrange alongside Harry Potter. However, possibly the greatest show of leadership Neville ever displayed was continuing the DA in the absence of Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley during their initial seventh year at Hogwarts under the reign of Severus Snape and the Carrows. Ultimately, it was when Neville pulled Godric Gryffindor’s sword from the flaming Sorting Hat and slew Nagini, destroying the last horcrux, that he proved himself worth at least a small slice of glory.
After the battle, however, Neville returned with his Gran to their home. She seemed a lot more fond of her grandson for “upholding the family honor” - something she’d been on him about for a long time, not really something he understood either - and insisted he visit his parents more often. Neville knew the halls of St. Mungo’s well, but something had changed since the last time he’d visited his parents. He was happy, no longer sad to see his mother and father damaged by magic. Their sacrifice had been avenged and he had no problem sitting at his mother’s bedside, allowing her to give him gum wrappers as presents and smile in his direction. When the opportunity was presented, Neville quickly decided to return to Hogwarts to properly attend his seventh year, though optional, there were things Neville wanted to do for himself that required a proper education, but things were certain to be different there too, so much loss and destruction. He was set to take it all as it came, remembering everything and everyone.REALLY NOT WANTING TO SEE
It was Christian’s intention to make her realize exactly why she had wanted him so badly in the first place. That was the game, wasn’t it? It was a constant push and pull of power over one another and whoever had it for the time being was on top of the world. Right now that power was in the middle of being transferred from one party to another and Chris felt like he was the one who was going to come out on top this time. She might be able to flaunt Dallas in front of his face, but Christian had the home field advantage. He’d been here all summer long, while she was in Tahiti and wherever the hell else she went with her hysterical joke of a boyfriend. Feeling quite smug, Christian wiggled his fingers in reply to the finger she’d given him so politely from the stage. Who cared? It was just a finger. Her attempts were boring and mediocre. As soon as she made her way off that stage, Christian would be the one who was on top of his game, not Maura, who made an honest effort. She just happened to fall short of the Crawford standard. “That’s what I thought,” Christian spoke out loud to himself when he heard the auctioneer declare his bid as the highest and shout ‘sold’ at the crowd. Dallas could stick that in his pipe and smoke it for all Chris cared.
When Maura found her way over to where he was sitting, Christian politely stood up and removed his jacket, draping around her shoulders so she wouldn’t be so naked. He was mostly ignoring the things she had to say, writing them off as nonsense as he busied himself with buttoning up the middle button of the three-buttoned blazer. After that was finished, greedy fingers lifted to touch the straps of the bra she was left in when she had exited the stage area. “I pictured you in white, but I have to say… I’m more partial to your skin.”[/color] He took his time, allowing his fingers to trace the straps before one hand drifted over her shoulder and up her neck to rest briefly on her cheek. “I said I could do better, not that I wanted to. Come on, Miss Parker. You wouldn’t have told me you were going to be here if you didn’t expect I would come on. And, between you and me, you’re the only one up there that’s worth five hundred dollars. More, even, but I didn’t want to be too flashy.”[/color]
Leave it to Christian to be calm and collected while she got mad at him for pulling this stunt. But really, who wouldn’t? It was perfect, she’d practically set it up for him. All he had to do was show up and bid, something he’d planned on doing anyway. It was as if there was no effort needed on Christian’s part at all. Oh, the stars certainly were aligned for the Crawford boy. That was for sure. “We could go somewhere more private, if you’d like. I’m sure you aren’t too fond of standing there in your underwear in a room full of men who’ve had more to drink tonight than in their entire lives. Or maybe that’s your thing?” Chris asked, picking up his scotch glass to offer it to the female.[/justify]
Hey there! I'm JESSECA. I'm NINETEEN, and I've been role playing for EIGHT YEARS. I found ATP through ELLIE. My favorite Harry Potter is PRISONER OF AZKABAN.
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