[ He's waiting back along the treeline, hands folded and smiling genially at nothing in particular. His eyes track a bit into the distance, watching more carefully from the corners of their vision. For once, the absurdly-coloured robes have been shifted in favour of plain garb, a tight bandage wrapped around both bracelet and wrist, and a large covered bucket hanging at his side.
He waves to Neville when he spots him, gesturing him over. ]
Ah, there you are! Thank you very much for coming, I really do appreciate it -- here, just back this way.
[ He gestures along the path, setting off at a brisk pace. The ground grows wetter as they walk, and filtering through the greenery is the faint, unmistakable smell of marsh. ]
Tell me, Mr. Longbottom, you've experience with toadflowers, what of the earnest, hopping thing?
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Date: 2014-03-18 05:30 am (UTC)He waves to Neville when he spots him, gesturing him over. ]
Ah, there you are! Thank you very much for coming, I really do appreciate it -- here, just back this way.
[ He gestures along the path, setting off at a brisk pace. The ground grows wetter as they walk, and filtering through the greenery is the faint, unmistakable smell of marsh. ]
Tell me, Mr. Longbottom, you've experience with toadflowers, what of the earnest, hopping thing?