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adventdrabblesTitle: Missing Something
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Lily Luna Potter
Rating: Gen
Summary: Lily thinks Professor Longbottom's tree is missing something.
He was wearing the cardigan again. The one with felted elbow patches and unfortunate stripes. The one that showed his slight paunch from certain angles. He flicked his wand, absent-mindedly biting his lip as he worked.
Professor Longbottom was such a dork.
Before long, the Christmas tree was hung with bulging, glinting balls of red and gold. Garlands of gold beads lounged on every limb, dripping oak leaves and crystals. Gold dust sparkled on the tip of every pine needle.
Lily was going to die if she didn't have him.
She slid through the cracked door and was nearly at his side before he noticed.
"Lily!" he said, glancing up momentarily. "Shouldn't you be in class?"
"Free period."
"Ah." He added a few golden snowflakes even as hot color rose in his neck. "Well, the Great Hall's closed to students for the next hour." He looked exactly where she had intended for him to look when she picked out her top. "And you should go put your robes on before dinner."
"It's missing something, don't you think?" Lily asked. After an appropriately inappropriate pause, she nodded to the tree and added, "Professor."
"What's it missing?" he asked, a little defensively.
With a flick of her wand, Lily crowned the tree with a fresh sprig of mistletoe.
"Lily," Professor Longbottom said with a nervous chuckle. "This is a school."
"No matter," she replied, looking up at him through her eyelashes. "It's not as nice as yours, anyway."
Neville — Professor Longbottom — detached the mistletoe from the tree. It hovered in midair for a moment, in which Lily was sure he would vanish it. Then, with a little slouch, he buried it in the branches behind a snowflake.
When it was positioned to his liking, he flicked his wand again. It shone Gryffindor gold.
He glanced back at her. "I've had a few years of practice," he said softly. "Off you go."
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Lily Luna Potter
Rating: Gen
Summary: Lily thinks Professor Longbottom's tree is missing something.
He was wearing the cardigan again. The one with felted elbow patches and unfortunate stripes. The one that showed his slight paunch from certain angles. He flicked his wand, absent-mindedly biting his lip as he worked.
Professor Longbottom was such a dork.
Before long, the Christmas tree was hung with bulging, glinting balls of red and gold. Garlands of gold beads lounged on every limb, dripping oak leaves and crystals. Gold dust sparkled on the tip of every pine needle.
Lily was going to die if she didn't have him.
She slid through the cracked door and was nearly at his side before he noticed.
"Lily!" he said, glancing up momentarily. "Shouldn't you be in class?"
"Free period."
"Ah." He added a few golden snowflakes even as hot color rose in his neck. "Well, the Great Hall's closed to students for the next hour." He looked exactly where she had intended for him to look when she picked out her top. "And you should go put your robes on before dinner."
"It's missing something, don't you think?" Lily asked. After an appropriately inappropriate pause, she nodded to the tree and added, "Professor."
"What's it missing?" he asked, a little defensively.
With a flick of her wand, Lily crowned the tree with a fresh sprig of mistletoe.
"Lily," Professor Longbottom said with a nervous chuckle. "This is a school."
"No matter," she replied, looking up at him through her eyelashes. "It's not as nice as yours, anyway."
Neville — Professor Longbottom — detached the mistletoe from the tree. It hovered in midair for a moment, in which Lily was sure he would vanish it. Then, with a little slouch, he buried it in the branches behind a snowflake.
When it was positioned to his liking, he flicked his wand again. It shone Gryffindor gold.
He glanced back at her. "I've had a few years of practice," he said softly. "Off you go."
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Date: 2019-12-03 06:28 pm (UTC)