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"I'm gonna take care of things. They're not where I need them right now." —CAVETOWN
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Neville Longbottom's face turned red as he was suddenly bombarded with a surprise hug as soon as he had arrived at platform 9 and 3/4. It was unexpected, it gave him a quick rush of anxiety, but of course, he knew who it was. If somebody was trying to attack him they would come at him with a weapon—like one's wand or a knife or something! He didn't know, he was overwhelmed. The young boy stumbled back a bit, trying his best to hug this person back and to not fall over. After all, it was pouring outside.
The next thing that happened surprised the boy even more. Holly, his close friend and the person who had been hugging him, stepped back, and slapped his arm with a grim expression. She then proceeded to cross her arms and sulk until Neville spoke up.
"Uh—What—?"
"Shut up!" Holly stuck one finger up and pushed it against Neville's mouth in attempt to shut him up. It didn't, as Neville started and continued to make an "uhh"-ing sound. Holly rolled her eyes as she removed her finger after wiping it on her skirt.
"You ignored my letters all summer! I was so lonely, and worried—and I missed you so much—You-you idiot!" The red-head blushed furiously as she averted gaze from the pale boy stood before her. Neville opened his mouth, a confused sort of noise coming out. His eyes then widened as he saw a shadowy figure approach. Holly then felt a pair of hands rest on her shoulders, causing her to gasp. She spun around, stepping away and almost knocking Neville over in the process. It was only Holly's father, who had brought her to the train station. He was probably confused as to why his daughter suddenly ran away toward someone he had never seen or remembered.
Holly's father scanned her face, and then Neville's—and then he smiled. Holly was sure that he was going to be overly critical, but that was an absurd thought. Her father was almost the exact opposite of her mother.
"I hope I'm not... interrupting something..." Mr. Reynolds drawled his words, looking between the two. Holly's face became an even darker shade of red. She began to wave her hands dismissively, slapping herself almost three times. Holly opened her chapped lips and spoke, "no, no. Just missed my pal, that's all."
Holly's father tilted his head slightly—a habit he adapted from being around Holly so much when she was a young child. He pressed his mouth into a thin line, and then nodded. He could see Neville, Holly's 'friend', shaking in nervousness. The older man wanted to reach out and shake his hand, or pat him on the shoulder and introduce himself in a kind, fatherly fashion. He seemed to be a very sweet boy, and the light that dazzled in Holly's eyes gave the impression that his daughter was really excited to be around her pale, round-faced friend once again. Holly's father frowned, but not in the way that it may have seemed, tipping his hat to the two and then straightening out his jacket.
