Post by neville on Jul 21, 2011 19:21:47 GMT -5
NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM
[/color][/font]I still have trouble
I trip and stumble
Trying to make sense of things sometimes
I look for reasons
But I don't need 'em
All I need is to look in your eyes
And I realize[/color][/font]
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you said you'd light a candle and you'd say a prayer for me
[/color][/font]you said you'd light a candle and you'd say a prayer for me
WELL I FEEL THE LIGHT HAS DIMMED[/color][/font]
and gone; and half the world is begging while the other half steals.
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name: Neville Longbottom
nicknames: None, just Neville
gender: Male
age: 15
year: 5th year
birth date: July 30th, 1980
house: Gryffindor
blood type: Pure-blood
sexual orientation: Heterosexual[/color][/font]
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oh, where did everything go wrong?
[/color][/font]oh, where did everything go wrong?
WELL, SOME DAYS I CAN'T BELIEVE[/color][/font]
others i'm on my knees, trying to be heard.
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physical description:
When Neville was a little boy just starting out at Hogwarts, he was quite… well… round. However, by his 5th year, he has thinned out considerably. He’s not skinny, but it’s more like he now has a broad build. He’s very tall now, too; he towers over most of his fellow 5th years. Neville has wispy brown hair that almost falls into his eyes. He also has rather large buckteeth. His cheeks are still a little round, too.
play by: Matthew Lewis
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i was your anger, and you were my fear.
[/color][/font]i was your anger, and you were my fear.
AND NOW THAT IT'S OVER, OF COURSE IT'S[/color][/font]
so clear, but you were no angel, and i was no sin.
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likes:
*Plants
*Herbology
*Relaxing
*His friends
*Brave people
*Casting a Patronus charm
*Dancing
*Helping people
*His parents
*Magical gadgets
dislikes:
*Doing things wrong
*Being picked on
*Professor Snape
*People who are mean to his friends
*He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named
*Every class except Herbology
*Bellatrix Lestrange
*His plants dying
*Getting locked out of the common room
*Slytherins
*Flying on a broom
strengths:
*Knows a lot about plants
*Always tries his best no matter what
*Loyal
*Brave (deep down :D)
*Will stand up for anyone
weaknesses:
*Clumsy
*Low self-esteem
*Scared of things
*Sort of shy
*Not very skilled with magic
*Misses living with his parents
mirror of erised:
To avenge his parents’ torture one day.
fears:
Death Eaters and he’s afraid that he’s so bad at magic that he might be a Squib.
boggart:
Professor Snape
dementor:
When he was little, his parents were tortured by Bellatrix Lestrange. They are now mentally crazy. That is his worse memory, but it also fuels him the most to do his best… for his parents.
patronus:
It never says his Patronus, so I’m going to pretend it’s a bear, just because it reminds me of Neville’s build. Neville’s memory is his times spent with the people he considers his closest friends (Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Luna).
relationship status:
Single
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but somehow i just can't let it go, can't let it go. half
[/color][/font]but somehow i just can't let it go, can't let it go. half
THE WORLD IS SLEEPING WHILE THE OTHER[/color][/font]
half dreams, you close your eyes and then you're gone
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family:
* His two parents, Frank and Alice Longbottom. They live in St. Mungo’s and are mentally crazy.
* His gran, Augusta Longbottom, who takes care of him.
overall history:
Neville was born on July 30th, 1980. His parents are Alice and Frank Longbottom. When Neville was little, Bellatrix Lestrange, along with some other Death Eaters, tortured his parents. This resulted in them going mentally crazy. They were moved to St. Mungo’s Hospital, where they will live for the rest of their lives. Neville always visits them, but they don’t know who he is. After they were tortured, Neville moved in with his Gran. As a little kid, his family was very worried that he was a Squib. He didn’t show any signs of magic at all. However, one day, when his uncle dropped hip out a window, he magically bounced, proving he had magic. When he turned 11, he was invited to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and he accepted.
Neville’s first years in Hogwarts weren’t very good ones. First of all, he was horrible at magic, and always struggled in his classes. His worst class was Potions; he was terrified of Snape. In the end of his first year, after standing up to Hermione, Ron, and Harry when they tried to sneak out, he was awarded 5 points from Dumbledore, which helped them win the House Cup. His 2nd, 3rd, and 4th year went by without much drama; though Neville did grow more confident as he grew older.
Now it’s 5th year, and Neville is 15 years old. He still struggles in classes, but he’s doing outstanding in Herbology, his favorite class. He’s very loyal to Harry, Hermione, and Ron, and is starting to become a lot more outgoing. He despises Umbridge, and is determined to help the Golden Trio with whatever they need. If that means defeating Voldemort with them, well, he’s all for it. [/font]
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and maybe my intentions have been misunderstood,
[/color][/font]and maybe my intentions have been misunderstood,
I KNOW YOU FEEL SO BEAUTIFULLY WRONGED[/color][/font]
some days i can't believe, others i'm one my knees.
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age: 14
other characters: None
secret phrase: bloody hell~
Neville was trapped within a swarm of students, all heading in different directions to their classes. He was getting pushed, pulled, yanked, and stepped on. Even though he towered over most of the other kids, he was still no match for them. He let the swarm of students push him up the hall and down a flight of stairs. He would wait for the crowd to die out, and then he would hurry to Charms class and make up an excuse for being late.
Neville snapped out of his thoughts when he was forcefully pushed down another flight of stairs. It was then when he realized where he was. The mob around him was a mass of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaws, all going down to… the dungeons. Neville’s heart leapt up into his throat; he had to get away, fast!
But it was too late. He was forced into the dungeon, and right when he was through the door he slammed into something. Or, someone? He looked up, terrified, into the furious eyes of Severus Snape.
“Neville Longbottom,” Snape snapped. His voice was unnaturally high-pitched and did not match his cold features.
“Sir, I’m sorry,” Neville squeaked. “I didn’t mean to come down here, please don’t give me detention!”
A moment of awkward silence was exchanged between them, and then, suddenly, Snape gave a warm, cheery laugh. Neville almost fainted from shock; since when did Snape laugh?!
“I’m not going to give you detention you silly boy,” Snape crowed. “Now wake up.”
Snape’s featured started to morph; his usually black attire was replaced with deep green robes and a silly hat. His face changed from a thin faced, black haired man to that of an old, blonde woman. Neville blinked several times, and standing before him was his Gran.
“My, my, what were you dreaming about?” His Gran asked, an amused expression on her face.
“Nothing,” Neville mumbled. His Gran didn’t know how scared Neville was of Snape, and she was never going to.
“Well, Neville, today’s that day again,” his Gran said, trying to sound as casual as possible. Neville’s heart sank. He really didn’t want to go there today after such a terrifying dream, but he owed it to them. Every Saturday during the summer he went to visit them, and he wasn’t about to break the tradition now.
Neville rolled out of bed and started to scour his room for some decent clothes to wear. His room was covered from head to toe with plants. His Gran didn’t like them; she said plants of any kind gave her a rash, but Neville thought it was a load of rubbish. Still, because his Gran didn’t like plants, Neville kept all of them in his room. He loved to take care of them. It gave his a sort of joy that nothing else did.
His Gran left his room, mumbling under her breathe, “Too much green around here for my taste.” Neville rolled his eyes behind her back, something he would never do to her face, and started to get dress. Once he was all ready, Neville walked into the small living room where the fire place was.
His Gran handed him a handful of Floo Powder, and then she stepped in first. “St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies,” she said in a clear voice, throwing the powder down. A flash of green flames, and then she was gone.
Neville stepped into the fire place himself and said his destination. There was a tight, spinning sensation, and a moment later he was standing in the fire place of a nicely decorated lobby. His Gran was already at the front desk, chatting away with the woman sitting there.
“Hello, Neville!” The woman called, waving.
“Hello, Anne,” Neville said. He knew most of the staff by name.
“We’ll be going, then,” his Gran smiled. She grabbed Neville by the hand, which he hated, and led him to the stairs. She acted like he didn’t know his way around this place, but he did. He knew exactly where to go and where to find them.
They climbed four flights of stairs together, and then pushed open the door marked “4th Floor: Spell Damage”. They made their way down the brightly lit hallway until coming to another door.
“Janus Thickey Ward… to think I don’t even know who Janus Thickey is. Funny, isn’t it Neville?” His Gran mused as she opened the door.
“Yes, Gran,” Neville said, peering inside the room. He felt his stomach clench when he saw them; they were in the far corner of the room, sitting at a wooden table. They were staring up at the ceiling in admiration, clapping their hands and gasping. His mom’s hair was all over the place today; the Healers probably hadn’t combed it yet. It also looked whiter than last time. His father’s hair was white too, and he was balding. They both looked so much older than they really were.
“Remember Neville, don’t startle them,” his Gran said firmly.
“I know, Gran,” Neville said. “You tell me that every time we come here.”
“I’m just reminding you. You’re likely to forget.”
They both walked, slowly, over towards Alice and Frank. They were three feet from the table when Alice noticed them. She looked up, opened her mouth in a soundless scream, and dove under her chair. Frank just kept staring up at the ceiling.
“Alice, dear, there’s no need for that,” Gran said kindly, trying to pull Neville’s mother up. She kicked and thrashed, but gave up soon after; Neville’s Gran was stronger than she looked.
“Come say hi, Neville,” his Gran said.
“Gran…”
“Neville, now.”
Neville stepped forward and looked down into his mother’s deep, wide eyes. She was trembling violently, as though he was going to hurt her. She was always like this at the beginning of his visits, but by the end she would calm down.
His Gran nodded encouragingly, and Neville cleared his throat. “Hi, mum,” he said quietly.
“Give her a hug too,” his Gran hinted.
Neville sighed; this was always the most painful part of the trip. He leaned down and wrapped his arms around his mother’s small frame. She stiffened up at first, but then relaxed and even hugged him back, which she rarely did. Neville felt his eyes welling with tears. He was very young when his parents were tortured, but his Gran used to tell him how much they loved him. His parents used to hold him, sing him to sleep, and hug him every day. In their eyes, he had been their perfect child. Now his mother didn’t know who Neville was, but when he hugged her, fourteen years of longing for normal parents hit him like a Stunning Spell. He wanted things to be normal again, but they never would.
Neville tightened his grip around his mother, trying not to cry. Alice started to wither under his grip, so he let go. Once she was free, Alice ran around the table and dove under her chair again.
Neville walked over to his father and gave him a quick hug. Frank was unmoving. Unlike Alice, who was constantly darting around the room, Frank would sit still for hours, staring at his surroundings. They literally had to force feed him his meals every day because he wouldn’t move.
The next hour of their visit passed by quickly. They tried to talk to Neville’s parents in vain, but they never answered back. However, Alice started to give Neville gifts; mainly pieces of discarded trash. His Gran would frown when he received these gifts, but Neville would hold on to them for dear life. It was a gift from his mother; he would keep it no matter what.
“Son, Alice, we’re going,” his Gran finally announced. “Behave yourselves. Don’t give the Healers any trouble,” she said sternly. The pair of them merely stared at his Gran with glazed expressions.
“Come on, Neville,” his Gran said, leading him to the door.
Neville looked back at his parents, and called across the room, “Mom, dad, I love you guys.”
His parents didn’t move, but Neville knew, deep down, they loved him too. They just couldn’t show it.
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