#hannah abbott: neville longbottom (almostchosen)

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@almostchosen​ said: “Isn’t this puppy adorable?” to HANNAH!

             “he is, and so is this one.” she says, giggling as she tries to keep the puppy from scrambling out of her lap. sitting cross-legged in the grass, warm in the sunlight, with neville right beside her, it’s the most at peace she’s felt in ages. since well before the war, at least. and though the puppies had been a surprise they’re a pleasant one. “i can’t believe you brought both of them home,” she says, leaning against his shoulder as she reaches out to scratch behind the ear of the puppy he’s holding. she kisses his cheek before returning her attention to the puppy in her lap, who she promptly lifts up and sets in the grass to let him roam. “i’m happy you did, though. they’re perfect.” 

REBECCA PT 1 : ACCEPTING

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@almostchosen​ said: “I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.” to HANNAH!

           how can she be so important to someone, she wonders? when her own father couldn’t care enough about her, after her mother died, to do so much as send a letter? (at the depth of her she knows that’s not the reason, knows how deeply his grief has pulled him under, but....)  she doesn’t quite know how to be so important, not even to one person. what if she messes it up? what if she does something wrong and hurts him again? she’s done it once, after all, without even realizing it, what if.... 

          she takes a breath, and though that first one shakes the next is steadier. and then she takes his hand, her own fitting with his as though it was always meant to. “you don’t have to,” she says, gently squeezing his hand. “i promise.” 

DEATHLESS: ACCEPTING

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@almostchosen​ said: “you had better sleep. i’ll finish the watch for you.” to HANNAH!

           she doesn’t need to hide in quite the same way the rest of them do, everyone who had begun moving into the room of requirement. to stay away from the carrows and their cronies. it isn’t perfectly safe for her, it isn’t perfectly safe for everyone, but they don’t seem to target her. she’s not important enough, not enough of a threat, hadn’t been as close to harry and the others as some of the rest. it was easier for her to slip beneath notice. (at least it let her help a bit more, though, she thinks. it lets her sneak back and forth, no matter how nervous that makes her. it lets her keep watch just a little more easily. well...easily was easier when she had been getting better sleep, but everything was only getting worse, sleep was getting harder, she couldn’t help but yawn. she smiles sheepishly, looking up at neville and shaking her head a little, letting her head rest on his shoulder when he sits down beside her. “in a bit,” she murmurs, letting her eyes slip closed for just a couple of moments before lifting her head to look over at him again. “i’d rather you finish the watch with me. it feels like i haven’t spoken with you in years. - - - are you doing alright?” (none of them are doing alright, she knows the question is a silly one, but how else can she ask what she wants to ask?) “i mean...all things considered?” 

THE CHRONICLES OF PRYDIAN : ACCEPTING

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@almostchosen​ said: ❝ Do you think I’ll make a good father? ❞ to HANNAH!

            for a moment she thinks he must be joking, but one look at his face tells her he’s not. so she doesn’t laugh, only leaves her baking, setting the scones aside to brush flour from her hands. right away she turns to him, reaches up to cradle his head between her hands, meeting his eyes quietly, steadily, before leaning up to kiss his cheek. one hand trails down his arm until she finds his hand, lifts it up to rest it on the swell of her belly where one little foot has been kicking. she wants him to feel it, that little movement, right beneath his hand. “i think you are going to be an amazing father,” she says. “you already are. you’re here every time i need you, you’re always finding some new way to take even better care of us. i know you’re going to be even better once they’re here.” 

EVERYTHING BABY : ACCEPTING

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@almostchosen​ said: ❛ I think you should come live with me ❜

              everything’s always better when there’s someone else there. when it’s not just her in an empty room with the lights left on and the radio playing, softly, from the corner. not only that, but it’s all better still when neville is there. she can turn off the radio then, let the pleasant quiet surround them. she’s sitting with her back against his chest, flipping through an old copy of witch weekly someone had left downstairs, happily humming despite the fact that she doesn’t much enjoy witch weekly. it’s somewhere in the middle of her humming that he says it, and she nearly drops the magazine. fumbles it closed instead and sets it off to the side, pushing off from his chest to look at him. her mouth opens as though to say something but then it snaps closed again, and she looks at him with her brows furrowed as though she hasn’t understood the words. (everything is so much better with him there, it would be so much better not being alone before work started or when it ended. and surely it makes more sense for her to live with him, not for him to move here. she can run the leaky cauldron just as well no matter where she lives, and....and, well, she wants to. she’s never quite as happy as she is when she’s with him.) “really?” she asks, but doesn’t wait for an answer - - - just ducks forward to bury her face against his shoulder, to hide the fact that there are tears brimming in her eyes. she wants it so badly that she’s afraid it’s all going to dissolve, that he’s going to change his mind and then it’s all going to be worse than before, and....she sniffs, wrapping her arms around him. “are you sure?” 

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@almostchosen​ said: “When I saw you, I just wanted to find a way to protect you.” 

          she’s been working on cleaning down the bar of the leaky, the pub closed up for the night and the whole place empty but for them. but the motion of her rag across the bar-top slows and then stops at his words, and she finds herself staring down at the rag as though she has forgotten why it’s there. there are loose tendrils of blonde hair escaping from her braid, brushing her cheeks as she looks up at him. she lifts one hand to brush them back with the back of her hand, tries to smile. “i don’t need to be protected, neville,” she says, so softly that it’s obvious she does’t quite believe her own words. (only knows that protecting her could put others in danger, just like it did during her final year at hogwarts, just like it had in the last battle. she doesn’t want him somehow damaging his life over her. she wants him to feel that way, she realizes, and the feeling is an uncomfortable one, both pleasant and frightening, “i’m doing just fine, really. you don’t need to worry over me.”