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Post by hannah louise abbott on Aug 5, 2011 6:44:55 GMT -5
Nibbling rather sheepishly on her bottom lip, Hannah gazed up at the towering shelves and brashly coloured displays of chocolate and sweets and lollies and mints and everything any sweet tooth could ever cry out for. Hannah definitely did have a sweet tooth. Her first time at Honeydukes, in her third year at Hogwarts, when the shelves had seemed even taller and the displays even more elaborate, she’d spent so money much at Honeydukes that she hadn’t been able to buy herself a butterbeer in The Three Broomsticks afterward.
Now, despite the fact that she could get butterbeers at cut price, she made a rule of only visiting Honeydukes once in a blue moon. She’d definitely learnt to budget herself better by then, but even so, buying chocolate as often as she really wanted to probably would have resulted in her size doubling. Perhaps tripling.
The thing about that, was that now she only allowed herself the odd visit, it made making a decision on what to get all the more difficult. A box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans was already in her hand, because she’d always loved that consumption of sugar could also come with something of a game, and she had enough for two more selections. Was it too warm for chocolate? Maybe mint was more refreshing when it was sunny. But she wasn’t really in the mood for mint, and Pepper Imps always made her feel funny after. Oh, this was far too difficult.
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Post by neville frank longbottom on Aug 6, 2011 22:33:17 GMT -5
Neville was unhappy. He was unhappy because he didn't feel comfortable at work, because his relationship seemed to be falling to pieces, and most of all because he hadn't done anything... well, fun in longer than he could remember. In an attempt to regain some sense of happiness, he decided to take a day off (not something he often did) and go down to Hogsmeade for some much needed sweets and calamity. That was why he was down in Honeydukes in the first place, on the hunt for some much needed chocolate.
He loved chocolate. Neville tried not to eat a lot of it. In his early years at Hogwarts he was slightly portly, and since then he had... well, become slimmer, and part of that was by not eating so much chocolate. But right now he could really use a pick-me-up.
Surprisingly, that pick-me-up didn't end up coming from chocolate at all, but from the blond standing in front of it. "Hannah?" He asked, hopeful, as a smile spread over his face. He hadn't smiled like that in months. Maybe all he needed was to see his other friends.
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Post by hannah louise abbott on Aug 8, 2011 22:38:59 GMT -5
"Yeah, that's me..." Hannah replied absently, gaze lingering on her choices for a moment. She turned after a second, a full body turn, ready to give whoever it was her full attention, but her dutiful courtesy crumbled immediately when she clamped eyes with Neville.
Beaming at him, Hannah hopped up onto one toe and swung her arms around his neck, catching him in a hug. As she let him go, she took in the sight of him, deciding instantly that she didn't see him anywhere near enough as she should. "You are a tall gentleman, aren't you?" She brushed down his front, where she had crumpled his clothes ever so slightly, and grinned at him. "Sorry about that. Hey, how are you?!"
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Post by neville frank longbottom on Aug 9, 2011 0:29:31 GMT -5
Hannah Abbott was the type of person that could make Neville smile on his very worst day. She was the type who could say one word and make him laugh, to hug him and warm his whole being right to the very core. He adored her, to say the least, because how could he not? She was just so likeable. "You should see me without the stilts I wear under these trousers," He smiled, only teasing of course. He had obviously taken the opportunity to hug her and wasn't fussed about her crumpling the plaid shirt he was wearing. Looked better rumpled as far as he was concerned. "I'm well, how're you?" Well was a generic answer, one that he most often used. It seemed like a cop out with Hannah but he wouldn't remedy that just yet.
The thing was, Hannah was there during the last year at Hogwarts before the battle. She supported, helped and on occasion saved Neville's behind. She was the type of friend you didn't see too often but that you would always love.
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Post by hannah louise abbott on Aug 9, 2011 21:53:08 GMT -5
"I, sir, am also well," Hannah replied, raising an eyebrow at him. "The ever reliable vagueness of wellness... it's something we all make great use of in life." But she did not pry, merely looking back up at the shelves. She, of course, did wonder and worry about why exactly a proper answer couldn't be given; but while she was a worrier, she was also a truster, and held fast the belief that people should talk about themselves only when they wanted to. Working at the pub had taught her that. Neville, especially, was not someone she wanted to intrude upon, and he, especially, was someone she trusted not to step on himself.
"I may actually, have to steal your stilts," she mused, eyeing a small box of toffee just out of her reach. "Maybe. For today my wellness lies in sweets. Unfortunately, so does my illness if I eat too many, so I'm having a bit a choice trauma." She smiled at Neville hopefully, "Help?"
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Post by neville frank longbottom on Aug 10, 2011 13:47:32 GMT -5
Of course she would comment on the vague answer. He would have, too. But she asked for help before he had been able to explain himself, and so he puffed out his chest in a playfully brave manner and reached up, grabbing the box he presumed that she was aiming for. He loved toffees, himself, so obviously that was what he figured she liked. "Small enough box that you'll remain well, I think," He smiled, handing it to her. "Didn't mean to be vague with my answer... just that I don't want to dump all my problems on you - you probably get enough of that at work, right?"
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Post by hannah louise abbott on Aug 10, 2011 17:45:31 GMT -5
"Relax, I was just thinking out loud - you can be well all you want, as long as you're not lying," Hannah grinned, taking the toffees with a, "Thank you!" and looking down at her choices. She hadn't yet been certain on the toffees, but now she felt like they had Neville's blessing, and that was a decision. She had enough for one more, but what would she look like with three boxes of sweets in her arms? Now that somebody she knew had appeared, she was suddenly rather concious of seeming greedy.
"You have problems?" she picked up on, raising her eyebrows at him. "You're right, I don't like hearing people's problems, but that's only because I don't like that they have problems. I like it at work when I can help people. But you're not at a pub, you're in a sweet shop, which means that you don't want help... you want distraction." She paused for a beat to find the social boundaries, then grinned again. "And sweets. I'd suggest Bertie Bott's - I imagine chewing on a bogey flavoured bean would surely distract you from any troubles for at least a few seconds."
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