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:)

private text

[liquidsky]

Mr Longbottom,

how nice of you to join us.

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?

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

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.

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 ]

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.

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]

[nukeoleptic]

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