Predictably, Neville was left partnerless.

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Hullo, this is Neville Longbottom, I think I've done this right.
Erm, you can leave me a voiceletter. If you'd like.

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[liquidsky]

Patience. You will find out soon enough.

What do you think makes a hero, Mr Longbottom?

[What do you think happens if he just keeps cryptically being creepy?]

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Have you hurt someone?

Standing up to your lot, for a start.

[Like my parents goes un-typed, but it is oh so very there in spirit.]

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[liquidsky]

Not yet. But we will. You started.

I don't have a lot. Especially not here. So you don't need to be so anxious.

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[adjunct]

I haven't started anything!

[And it has never taken an army of Death Eaters to do irreversible damage and ruin lives, not that Neville will give Barty the satisfaction of reading that.]

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[liquidsky]

As you say. Then you shouldn't be worried, should you?

[Barty will be living proof of that, if he isn't already, so the smugness is there anyway.]

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[Neville tries to reply a couple times, but feeling quite like he'd just gotten completely outmaneuvered, he eventually gives up and cuts the feed so he can go hide out in his room and pretend like he's not profoundly bothered by all of that.]