Predictably, Neville was left partnerless.

[adjunct]

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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text.

[brainiest]

Neville! Can we talk?

(ooc: is it okay to handwave and say our tdm thread is now game-canon? c:)

text.

[adjunct]

[It's going to take Neville a good long minute to hunt and peck his response out.]

Of course Hermione should we meet?

[ooc: Yes I'd like that!]

text.

[brainiest]

You can come to our house, if you like. It's where James, Lily, Remus, Sirius, Harry and I all live.

private text

[liquidsky]

Mr Longbottom,

how nice of you to join us.

private text

[adjunct]

[Neville actually drops his bracelet. It takes him a good long minute to recover, and even after he does he sorta wants to be sick. Private text received from Barty Crouch, Jr.]

Is this a joke?

[Please let this be some kind of horrible joke.]

private text

[liquidsky]

[...first Sirius, now this. People really have to stop asking that question, it is bound to draw out bad humour. But this is a bit more important than his talk to Black had been, so when he smiles, it's more dark than amused. He can imagine how Neville must feel.]

My presence? No, Mr Longbottom, it isn't. Why, does it strike you as funny?

voice | private.

[ffuckoff]

Hey, I'm Fiona Gallagher. If you aren't totally sick of the whole soap opera going on on the network, could I ask you a few questions?

voice | private.

[adjunct]

[Neville has pretty much been opening up all messages with a sense of slight trepidation over the past couple days.]

You work at the school, right? I'll- I could answer some questions.

voice | private.

[ffuckoff]

Yeah, I'm the secretary. I organize the schedules and everything, make sure the trains run on time. [Fiona's voice is calming and friendly. She's making a point of trying to gain his trust, or at least his cooperation, through simple niceties; if he likes her, he'll be that less likely to lie, and she can trust his information that much more.] Ever since my boss was basically accused of war crimes, I kind of want more details, you know?

text - hello!! i am backdating this to like the day of barty's post if that's cool <3

[doggedly]

hows things between you and barty crouch

[a pause between that text and the following because oh right--]

this is sirius black by the way
hi
hows it going

text - yes absolutely!!

[adjunct]

[Neville goes pale upon receiving the message, interpreting it instantly as an accusation, mostly because he's still so high strung after his conversation with Barty. His reply is rapid.]

I didn't have anything to do with that, even if it is true
I would never work with him on anything

[doggedly]

yeah i didnt think you would? or were or are
sorry did i say that or does your device maybe correct things to read as the worst case scenario


i just want to know what the hell the bastards been saying to you

private; video

[tonsofpun]

[After Snape's stupid fuckup. About six to eight hours after, perhaps, after he's had time to process, a message pings through.]

... hey.

[It comes out like a sigh. The voice is a little young. A girl, probably a teenager. After a second the camera adjusts to show her face. She doesn't ask if he's okay, because who would be?]

Look. I don't exactly know you or anything, but... for what it's worth- Snape's a huge asshole.

private; video

[adjunct]

[Every time a Death Eater posts to the Network, he gets a private message from a well-meaning stranger. When the reply video shows up, Neville looks like he's found his head again after the past couple hours. He's beyond embarrassed over his own public explosion in response, though.]

I have had him as a professor for the last seven years, I've noticed.

[It's an attempt at a joke! Bit of a pathetic attempt, mind. The weak little smile that accompanied it falls away after about a second and a half, sorry.]

private; video

[tonsofpun]

Yeah.

[Ellie tries to smile too. He's tough, she'll give him that. There's no pity in her expression, or eyes, just a certain frustration. About everything.]

Still. Kind of a shitty welcome wagon to the city.

... I might've yelled at him. A... lot.

[More than a lot. She makes some kind of awkward hand gesture, as if there's more she wants to say about it, but it's not important.]

I'm Ellie. Neville, right?

backdated ( and a placeholder sob ) to barty's post

[dilectio]

[ she tried ignoring it, the video. she didn't want to hear anything Crouch had to say about anything, especially not Severus. it was childish, but she just couldn't stand to. so she left it alone, and figured that would be the end if it. totally calm, yes.

but their house is pretty tight-knit. a few of the rooms all lining the same hall, so when she hears Neville shouting, she's up on her feet before she can think twice about it

knockknockknockknock ]

Neville, are you alright? Open the door, please.

[ totally mom-voicing right now, oops. if she were thinking clearly she would realize the conversation was one-sided, that nobody else was in his room and he wasn't- in danger or anything, but sheeeee isn't thinking clearly, no ]

[adjunct]

[There's a small crash as the knocking makes Neville jump up so fast that his chair topples over backwards and hits the floor. He stands there for about three seconds without moving or blinking or breathing, one hand slapped over his mouth, while where he is and what he's doing all comes flooding back at once.

Oh. Oh, bugger.

That voice can only be Harry's mum. Snape's best mate, according to his last, rather unpleasant bracelet-conversation with Harry that he's been struggling not to be constantly peeved over.

So... this is not going to be good.]

I- [Neville coughs, because his voice is rather more squeaky than he'd like it to be, and he stares at the door as though he's not sure if he should listen to her and open it (though, it's not locked or anything.)] I'm fine, it's fine, I'm sorry about the noise.

[dilectio]

[ Lily's just staring at the handle of the door, hand hovering near it now, listening for any signs of- well, anything. ]

You have nothing to be sorry for, I just heard shouting, that's all. Are you sure you're alright? May I please come in? Only for a moment. [ TO QUELL HER RAGING MOM WORRIES. and she's got her fingers on the handle now, but she waits.

well, she tries to wait, but then she's cracking the door open a little bit and peeking in ]

I'll need to get a look at you or I'll be worried all night, you understand.

[ LILY YOU HARDLY KNOW EACH OTHER YOU CAN'T JUST- yep, she's stepping into his room. uninvited. her voice is quieter now ]

What's wrong?

text; morning after barty's post

[palebee]

Mr. Longbottom,

I suspect you're quite busy at the moment, but when you've a free moment or two, there's something in the city that I'd love to show you.

Yours,

-- Albus Dumbledore.

[adjunct]

[Quite late in the morning when he finally wakes up after tossing and turning most of the night, and after a few minutes of dithering on how to address Dumbledore in his reply (eventually settling on the old, familiar way):]

Professor Dumbledore,

I'm not busy today, where would you like to meet?

-Neville

[palebee]

Mr. Longbottom,

At the edge of Gefion Park, if you please, on the west end. I'd recommend wearing clothing you don't mind a bit of muck on.

- A.D.

text

[grimmig]

You seem to have found yourself slap in the middle of a dangerous crowd.

[hello stranger don't mind me I'm just a friendly neighbourhood network-dweller]

text

[adjunct]

If you're talking about the Death Eaters, that's not new.

[no good is going to come of this is it]

text ffffforever and always

[grimmig]

Death Eaters, Will Graham... a mixed bunch. You're staying safe?

[text]

[nukeoleptic]

is harry gone from the contact list for you, too
is that a real thing