[The change in in topic wrestles a still wan, but more genuine smile out of Neville and he puts his glass back down.]
Oh! I live with him. Morholt, right? [Neville was never particularly great with animals, mostly because he can't seem to convince any of them to respect him. If you're at the point where you get sass from a toad, you're hopeless. He still quite likes them, though, especially the sort you can pet a bit.] They get on great, I think. Sirius and him, I mean. I suspect he keeps eating the end of my shoelaces, though. --Er, not Sirius.
[Though, maybe Sirius, you never know.]
And Professor Dumbledore is quite nice, isn't he? [Ahahaha.] He's much younger than I've ever known him, though. This place is odd like that. At least, I think, with our world...
[Oh, though. Neville looks straight up at Will again, alarmed. He just spent a year listening to a woman he hated screaming about how horrible Muggles are, he just lost half his friends to the cause of protecting them from his own kind-- the idea that he's been insulting or offensive about them (to them) without knowing makes color rise to his cheeks.]
Oh, I'm- I don't mean-- Sorry. [He bites down on his lip, racking his brain for a better word and coming up empty. He has never really thought about how silly the word sounds before, mostly because silliness is practically a naming convention in the wizarding world.] Is there... something you'd rather be called?
no subject
Oh! I live with him. Morholt, right? [Neville was never particularly great with animals, mostly because he can't seem to convince any of them to respect him. If you're at the point where you get sass from a toad, you're hopeless. He still quite likes them, though, especially the sort you can pet a bit.] They get on great, I think. Sirius and him, I mean. I suspect he keeps eating the end of my shoelaces, though. --Er, not Sirius.
[Though, maybe Sirius, you never know.]
And Professor Dumbledore is quite nice, isn't he? [Ahahaha.] He's much younger than I've ever known him, though. This place is odd like that. At least, I think, with our world...
[Oh, though. Neville looks straight up at Will again, alarmed. He just spent a year listening to a woman he hated screaming about how horrible Muggles are, he just lost half his friends to the cause of protecting them from his own kind-- the idea that he's been insulting or offensive about them (to them) without knowing makes color rise to his cheeks.]
Oh, I'm- I don't mean-- Sorry. [He bites down on his lip, racking his brain for a better word and coming up empty. He has never really thought about how silly the word sounds before, mostly because silliness is practically a naming convention in the wizarding world.] Is there... something you'd rather be called?