Simply Just
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 Posted: January 20, 2008 11:45 am Post subject: My fanfic/Has a little inappropriate language. |
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A/N: This is the third fanfiction I've ever written. I've finished it already, but here's the first of I think twelve or thirteen chapters. Reviews please. Don't be too harsh, but do be as honest as you can. Thank you.
Neville:
The warm, descending sun shown brilliantly over the small garden that was Neville’s. The grass and flowers glistened in the sunlight due to the rain that dropped peacefully outside his window just minutes before. Even though he was in Muggle territory, didn’t mean he should give up his best subject. Herbology has always been his best feat and since there are no wizarding schools in the States, he might as well start up his own garden.
His career asked too much of him and he knew it. But it meant money and he needed it… Badly. He was a lonely writer and usually looked to her photograph and through the window that shown the magnificent sight of his garden and a few feet further for inspiration. He missed her. Oh Merlin, did he miss her! He hasn’t seen her in about three and a half years, but it seems like a lifetime. He left her with a single note that had just four words on it:
I love you. Goodbye.
For the first two weeks that he was gone, he did not regret that he left. But soon after, he started feeling resentment and he could almost feel a hole being carved from his heart.
That was three and a half years ago and now he needed to concentrate. If he was going to get that $500 by the end of the week, he needed to think and think hard on his current assignment. Since he was only one person living by himself, he could live on $50 a week if he chose to. But he did fancy the Muggle invention called ‘Television’ and he wanted a nice one. He had exactly $387 in the bank and rent was $500 a month. He also had $220 worth of bills collecting dust on his small, made-for-two kitchen table.
“The Pros and Cons of Growing Your Own Garden”
His article which would take up only half a page on the local newspaper (which meant minimal recognition and the fact that $500 is sadly, a large sum of money for it), would be collecting dust on the newsstands of grocery stores as passers-by overlook it and go into the store for their personal needs. It wasn’t fair and he knew it. He moved BECAUSE he wanted a career change. What a change it’s been! When he lived in London with her, he actually had a pretty decent life. He had a incredible job working as the new Herbology professor at Hogwarts; taking over after Professor Sprout went into retirement. And he was so in love with his girlfriend (not Professor Sprout; that's just disturbing) that he was literally a week away from asking her to marry him. But she would’ve gotten in the way. She would’ve wanted too much and Neville couldn’t handle that. Luna Lovegood was not clingy, Neville Longbottom was just a driven, almost maniacal coward. Kind of an oxymoron, but if he was going to do what he came to the States to do, he’d had to leave her behind. Even if meant breaking his and her hearts into a million pieces in the process.
Although, Neville did make friends with a couple of people from his work, he never went out with any of them. The young woman he met was too emotional for his liking and she wasn’t even legal according to the States. She is seventeen and an intern and he is twenty-two and you guessed it… A lonely writer with a hidden past. In the States, no one knows exactly where he came from, no one knows what he’s done, and no one even knows his real name. In the States, he is Kenneth Waters; A lonely, British man with no more story than the average middle-to-low-class man of the States. He relocated on career and is a drifter. That part is almost entirely true; The drifter part, I mean. He hasn’t a clue where Luna is, but is guessing (and hoping) that she’s still in London; his father committed suicide just two months prior to Neville leaving London; his mother’s condition has only gotten worse; and his grandmother died just a year prior; He knows this because local London and wizarding papers are still being owled to his cottage on the outskirts of New York City.
He looks out the window, rubs the lower half of his face with his right hand, and sighs.
Glorious morning. He thought to himself.
Though his mood is anything but. He sits on his chair that is situated before a type-writer which is situated before the window that invites a brilliant rainbow of colors. He thinks about her. He knows he shouldn’t if he wants to concentrate on his up-coming $500 paycheck, but he does. He thinks about the last time he kissed her tenderly, yet passionately on the lips. The last time they made unforgettable love under the stars. The last time he said ‘I love you’ to her in person. Those days seemed literally like a life-time ago.
He and Luna dated for three years, starting six months before Neville graduated.
With that in mind, Neville got up from the chair, went over to the kitchen, and prepared himself something to eat. Granted, he didn’t have much, but it’s enough to survive at least another week.
Five hours later, Neville took a good look at his article and decided that this was the best he was going to come up with and took the paper and slid it carefully into his briefcase. But now that he nothing to do; The one bed-room cottage was simply spotless, the garden was well-taken care of, he finished his work, and his body told him he wasn’t due for sleep for at least another couple hours… All he was left with was thinking of her. Since he didn’t have his driver’s license, he walked over to the convenience store down the street and bought milk, eggs, bread, and butter. He then walked back to his cottage, put everything away, and went for a walk…
Luna:
Which, coincidentally, Luna was doing at the same time. Her day had been very stressful. Her father had just had a heart attack the day prior, her boss yelled at her because she accidentally dropped a full, steaming cup of coffee on his lap, and she was behind with rent by two months. She couldn’t really do anything except for walk. She didn’t know if she should stop or keep going for all eternity, she just knows that she wishes he was there. Why he had left is still beyond anything she can comprehend, but he did and she has to deal with it. But she doesn’t want to. She still loves him with every molecule of her being and she can’t understand why he would leave her like that! Neville Longbottom! The one who was humble, shy, nervous, and yet brilliant in his own way, brave, and caring!
It’s been about three and a half years since he left and she’s been alone both in heart and in soul for that long. She’s gone on a couple of dates here and there, but none even had the smallest iota of comparison to her one and only true love. She was sick of it and she wanted him back or to know what’s been going on with him. She wanted to know where the hell he was and why he hasn’t come back!
Then anger really started boiling over in her mind and body: Maybe he’s started a family? Maybe he’s living the life that he’s always wanted to live; Away from her and her obvious strange ways. But why couldn’t he just have talked to her about it? Why did he just have to leave the way he did? With four effing words that mean almost nothing to her now!? She cried days on end, even weeks after Neville had gone, but he never came back, and her hope has been deteriorating more and more ever since. She just could not understand it. And she was Luna Lovegood. If she wanted to be, she could be almost as smart as Hermione Granger-the walking brain with hair and an admittedly good-looking husband. It wasn’t fair! She deserved to be happy; just like Hermione and Ron and Harry and Ginny!
Luna had grown in heart, mind, body, and soul. She knew that heart break was just another crappy part of life, but she still couldn’t handle it coming from Neville. He meant way too much to her even though she hasn’t seen the man in three and a half years!
She walked to the park, it was eleven o’clock pm, and there was a small group of teenagers on the swings, but they left when they saw Luna approaching.
She sighed to herself as she got on the swing nearest the bright red, tube slide. She started swinging slightly back and forth and looked up at the twinkling stars. She’s never felt so alone in her life until now and she has no idea what to do.
She’s always been an independent woman (that much is obvious), but she had to admit to herself that she needed Neville. Not the idea of him, but him. To comfort her and cherish her and love her unconditionally when things got bad. She was twenty-one years old after all and she almost convinced herself that her life was really nearing its end…
And then she heard a noise behind her. Luna quickly took her wand out from behind her ear, swung around, hair hitting her face, and pointed her wand at the near-by bushes.
She sighed a breath of relief when she saw it was only a rabbit and laughed at herself for her paranoia.
She kept swinging and about a half an hour later, she decided it was time to go back to her apartment. Then that's when the shooting star swept through the night sky like a bat of out of hell and she wished for Neville to come back to her. And for just a second, just a heavenly and blissful second, she had the strangest feeling that Neville was somewhere in the world wishing on that star just as she did a second before. And that was all the comfort she needed… For now.
But little did she know that across the vast ocean called the Atlantic, he had wished on that same star wanting desperately to go back home.
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