5 - PERCEH
CHAPTER 5
The next morning, everything was not fine.
Neville took deep breaths while dressing himself, having had to come back to his room for clothes after camping out in the greenhouses for most of the night. Ron sniggered at him when he saw him, though said nothing else. Harry gave him a terse smile and Dean slapped him on the shoulder, packing his bag and walking out of the dorm room.
Neville was quick to throw random books in his own rucksack, hardly checking his timetable to make sure they correlated. He put his head down and shuffled out of the room, and then out of the common room when the twins caught his eye and smirked.
He should have expected it.
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An owl dropped a letter in Neville’s lap. Across from him, a few seats to the left, sat the Weasley twins.
A red letter dropped in Fred’s plate.
Neville started to peel back the envelope on his letter, but before he could he heard shouting from across the table. There was a floating piece of paper about the twins – both of their expressions were shocked, though the one on the right had a teasing glare to his eyes, and the letter shouted. A Howler.
“How dare you! In the middle of your brother’s meeting!” Molly Weasley’s voice was loud and shrill – the people around the twins were wincing as she got louder. “He was representing Mr Crouch in an important meeting! How dare you! How the hell do you shut this thing up?”
A stifled tune started in the background of the Howler recording,
“He was in Gryffindor
The head boy that I adore
You be my Wetherby, I’ll be your Crouch
My name’s Neville Longbottom, please be my spouse
He makes my thighs clench
Only with him will my thirst be quenched
Percy Weasley of Gryffindor”
“FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY! HOW COULD YOU! THREE OWLS APIECE, YOUR FOCUS WAS ON THIS? YOUR BROTHER WAS IN A MEETING FOR MR CROUCH! I NEVER HAD THIS PROBLEM WITH BILL – OR CHARLIE – OR PERCY! IMAGINE THE TERRIBLE EXAMPLE YOU’RE SETTING FOR GINNY AND RONALD! IF YOU DO ANYTHING LIKE THIS AGAIN, YOU’RE COMING HOME! YOU HEAR ME – COMING – HOME!”
Neville could hear his face get darker. The twins sent that song – to Percy? In the middle of his meeting?
“Singing cards, available at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes only! Perfect to prank someone in a meeting – to sing a love confession – the possibilities are endless!” The twin stepped off his stool and they both looked at each other and chortled, clapping each other on the back.
Neville could feel people look at him and laugh. He was used to it. They’d sent that song to Percy? It was horrid. Neville didn’t know what to do. People were looking at him. He wanted to leave but at the same time he didn’t want to draw attention to himself. His eyes flitted up and he could see Hermione’s expression of pity. People were crowding Fred and George and clapping them on the back. Neville could feel the embarrassment on his skin. It was crawling. He could hardly feel the paper between his thumb and forefinger. When he stood up, everyone watched him; when he left, no one tried to stop him. People looked up and laughed in his face, blurring faces, Neville walked faster…
He squatted behind the greenhouse and teared open the envelope. Neville’s eyes flitted over Charlie's words. His heartrate slowed. He took a deep breath and tipped his head back. Things would blow over. They always did. The Tournament was the next biggest thing. People would forget. People would forget.
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