Neville Longbottom is a 6ft 3'' man with a bulkier build. He has long blonde hair tied back in a hair tie at the nape of his neck. His everyday outfit consists of any colored leather or khaki pants with an earth-colored button-up shirt and, of course, his teaching robes that are a lovely rich brown.
He looked quite odd in his chosen field of work. Neville is a Professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but that's not what makes him look out of place- it's that he's the Herbology Professor. Yes. Plants. It is quite weird seeing a guy as big as him being so delicate with plants as his large frame towers over it. It is heart-wrenching how much love and effort he puts into his plants. He spends so many hours hunched over budding flowers and slow-growing mosses in the Greenhouse. His back and feet are beyond sore when he finishes his work. So much so that he has to bathe for hours to cope with the pain. The warmth radiating from the water gently caresses his aching joints.
Recently, there have been some weird reports coming in from the Muggle World that have thrown the Wizarding World into a whole funk. Everyone is panicking and collecting items in preparation for something bad. There are bunkers being built, stores being raided, the muggle government is in absolute shambles, and the magical one is not doing much better. On the magical side of things, There is an intense magical feeling that no one can decipher.
In some ways, it feels menacing; in others, it feels like it's meant to be like the soothing feeling of a fire warming your body after a long day out in the cold. Neville could not help but draw some parallels to the middle of the Second Wizarding War during his 6th year, right before the Death Eaters took over Hogwarts. The Weasley Wedding was a beautiful event. There was laughter, tears, and high morality for the incoming war. The peaceful, loving atmosphere was quickly shattered. When the supposed death eaters crashed the party, all that was felt was doom, no more peace, just intense doom that almost felt good- a smoldering warmth radiating in slow waves. Almost as if the world was vibing in a hot tub.
As once in the past and now time again, the Hogwarts Castle herself has deemed it too dangerous to have her beloved students return home, especially for those who live within the Muggle World. So naturally, the professors are sending out trusted individuals to collect goods for a worst-case scenario. That's what Neville is currently doing.
Neville has already been to Gringotts and his family manor to collect anything and everything possible. He has two bottomless chests with items he collected from his vaults, which include a plethora of books, swords, furniture, and copious numbers of seeds. He also has one endless pouch that Harry gifted after his 7th year, which is in the shape of a knapsack or backpack. It was a dark earthy brown with beautiful green Mimbulus Mimbletonia embroidered on the front pocket. It was one of the things he held dearly to his heart. The brown knapsack was filled with food, plants, tools, clothing of all kinds, and the entirety of his Greenhouse from his manor.
Anxiously, Neville played with his favorite necklace. It has seven counter-parts and acts as a port-key system. The necklace holds significance for many reasons- some even unknown to him at the time. Each member of his close-knit family has one. The necklace consists of a silver chain that hangs around his neck and dangles in the middle of his sternum, close to his heart. He can feel the power gently caressing his own, which indicates that everyone is okay. It was warm, and its soft touches soothe his continuous anxiety, which stems from the last war.
His mind can't help but wonder about his beloved Harry, the creator of his necklace, as he enters a lesser-known shop out of Asbury Alley. Asbury Alley branches off of Diagon Alley from the north-west. The branch wasn't popular until it was used as a safe haven for magical creatures during the Second Magical War. Every Inn, hotel, and home opens their doors to everyone, including muggle family members, werewolves, blood traitors, goblins, and even Nifflers.
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