Neville sat in his favourite armchair, legs kicked up and flicking through the latest herbology magazine, his wife sitting at her desk and doodling away. He smiled lazily and stood up, rubbing his hands over her shoulders and kissing the back of her head.
A life of tranquility, he thought, suited them just fine.
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This is incredibly short but it's also literally nearly December so I just gotta speed run through these lol
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Fictober 2019!
FanfictionYes I'm aware it's December. These were not written in the order that they were supposed to so authors notes are a bit insane. Different ship for each chapter (sort of). Enjoy!
