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One Shot No. OO3 :
The Essence of Reminiscence
[ Neville reminicising the first time his mother interacted with him ]

The air was thick with tension and curiosity. Augusta Longbottom absolutely feared visiting her son and her daughter-in-law. She did not fear them doing something, no. It was her grandson's reaction that shook her. He would usually grow really silent around his parents after giving them some trash, or pester her with questions as to how they would recover. The old lady never had the courage to reveal the truth that they would never be the same, and would resort to apprehending the boy for his questions. But today, he was acting different.

Clutching the Mimblus Mimbletonia plush that his uncle had bought him, he was looking at his mother with weary eyes that hid something. His silence was speaking volumes to Augusta "Neville, come on. It's time to hurry back."

Neville shook his head in response, and took her dressing gown in his wrist. "Can I stay the night here, granma?" he asked lowly. Augusta thought about it for a moment before she agreed to his request, finding no reason to deny him.

"Fine, but only if the hospital staff agree to it."

Neville agreed to the condition, and Augusta left him to his devices to request the hospital staff for an extra bed. The caretaker of the incurable ward was kind enough to accommodate Neville for the night. The preparations for his dinner were also gladly undertaken by the caretaker with just three knuts of charge. Augusta was definitely not against spending for her grandson, but she could not help but wonder why the boy had a strange request. After all, it was nothing Eke his parents would even realize that he was going to spend the night with them, or who he was for that matter.

When she returned to the ward, she was greeted by the sight of Frank Longbottom holding the Mimblus Mimbletonia plush as her grandson sat watching him. It shook her for a second, reminding her of the blissful times when Neville was innocent enough to agree to whatever excuses she had made from time to time about his parents' states. Now, she could affirmatively tell it was not the same.

"Neville, be good and don't trouble Mumma and Dadda, okay?" she managed to choke out. Neville nodded, a tiny twinkle of happiness in his brown eyes as lips quirked up in a smile.