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Write Me Sympathy Fic, Rrawr!
Tell me something about a character that no one else knows. Neville plans to rule the world? Dumbledore cries himself to sleep? Lionel always wanted to be professional pianist? Clark has always wanted to join the circus?
Come on, tell me all about it in 1000 words. Any fandom, any character.
*raises wand*
You know you want to.
Come on, tell me all about it in 1000 words. Any fandom, any character.
*raises wand*
You know you want to.
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I expect a full 1000 words out of you now, on Ginny's pyromania.
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*scribbles due date on calendar and starts writing*
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Indeed.
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"When he was younger, Draco wanted very much to be a Muggle."
Am scribbling.
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How 'bout this:
One of the things that troubled Neville the most was the fact that, quite frankly, he did not want to be a wizard. There was something seductive about the base mundanity of Muggle life- the disregard for the spirits and the unknown, the satisfaction in the easily seen and felt, the very solidly and square comfort of the material.
Muggles had it very good indeed.
But, Neville was born to be a wizard, not a Muggle, and try as he might, he could not stop the magic that was buried deep within him. After Harry Potter finally defeated Voldemort (it was beginning to be rather stressful) and the remaining students all left school with their qualifications, Neville was able to turn his attention to his future- or lack of one.
He had passed all his licensures- but barely, and in the very competitive wizarding world, scores meant ability, and reputation meant everything. Neville, although acknowledged as a son of very brave parents, and a brave sort who went to Hogwarts, still had to deal with the fact that many a wizard or witch did not want to take a chance on Neville that would wind up blowing up in their face.
So to speak.
Despite his education, and his adeptness at research and botanicals, Neville could not find a job beyond that of a shop clerk- with very little commission, and the admonishment of ‘being grateful you have a job’. After a couple of years of this, Neville had an underswell of anger growing within him.
He had also developed an interest in designing houses. Well, Neville did not think of it so much as design as fanciful drawings. One day, after a day o cold, mean management and sympathetic customers, Neville decided to stroll about Manchester, making drawings all the while. He got talking to a man named Peter Picklesforth, who was an architect. He saw the drawings and asked Neville for his address. At first he was nonplussed- he still had not figured out the rather complex system of post in Britain. But he remember that he had a post slot at the local post office at the village where he lived, so Neville gave him that.
Two weeks later, Neville was hired by the Goforthly firm as their new junior designer. Because the of his training in alternate physics of the magical world, Neville was able to design buildings that felt larger on the inside than it looked on the outside, and was also able to integrate greenery and natal materials- something held revolutionary in a world that loved plastic.
He was soon rich. Neville loved being rich- and the Muggle world loved him for being rich. Status as a wizard meant extremely high ability, the sternest of cores and the ability to have integrity- whether one was a bad wizard or good, you stuck to your ideals. But status in the muggle world merely meant you had to have a lot of money, and the more money, the better. Neville found that having a lot of money gave him the same status as dictators, drug lords, and overpaid actors, who were now his new friends. None of Harry’s gold plated virtue, or Snape’s pretentious academic roots.
Money ruled.
And Neville was determined to be one of the rulers.
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Sometimes, after all night parties were very rich and very boring people did their version of wicked things- snorting heroin, smoking ‘weed’ and having unsatisfactory, dull sex with each others partners or wives – Neville did find himself longing for warmth, for true companionship for good ale and really good food. But confessing these things out loud go shocked, shrill, practiced laughter from his new muggle friends.
God, Neville, you’re funny.
One day, while walking along the streets in Bristol for yet another wicked weekend with his new friends, Neville ran into Snape.
It seems that Snape had a place on one of the Scillon Isles unseen by muggles, and was there for the summer. He had come back to Bristol to visit with a colleague. Neville old him of things he designed, all over the world, of his new friends, the things they did and, of course about his money.
Snape listened to all of this, silently. Neville expected something like ‘well haven’t you done well’ or ‘Perhaps you were not a complete waste’.
But Snape’s eyes were sad and he said:
“Neville, had I known that you would fall prey to the forces of darkness I would have protected you sooner. Of course you can come home with me!”
What…?
“Yes, we will get you out of he clutches of these horrid- what did you call them- yuppies? Yes, I shall rescue the Gryfinndor, for once”
Neville tried to protest, that he liked being a yuppie, but Snape said he thought being a deatheater was wonderful too, until he came back to his Senses. When Neville told him of the drugs he took and stuff he drank, this only seem to confirm Snape’s conviction that these yuppies were evil incarnate.
And so, Neville was apparated, unwilling, into St. Brigit’s where Snape had a comfortable cottage. Neville would scream for his drink, for his drugs, for his maid- but Snape bore all of this with a sneer and a sigh. Eventually, with good food, good ale, and magically warm, clean air did Neville the world of good. His magic returned, in force hat it always was- scattered, yet there.
One day, while walking along the shore, Neville observed Snape swimming, naked, in the sea, nothing but curved lines of pales flesh in the blue sea.
Later that day, he also discovered the magic of kisses and deep satisfaction of lovemaking.
Neville tried to argue that he had to return to his muggle life, to his mortgage and his friends and his stuff…
Snape argued hat no partner of his would be prey to an evil cabal ever again. Neville did not know what that meant.
Snape arranged for him to become a consultant with the Rare Herbs Conservatory, and Neville had to floo back to Hogwarts, lest Snape hunt him down ‘and poison his Muggle cabal’.
And so, Neville did become a success, after all, and got a partner in the bargain. And if he ever missed the chattering, dissatisfied upper class he hung out with, one of Snape’s through kisses was enough to drive away the silly thought.
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This was just... so silly. I loved it. Sheer silly fun fic. There's something absurd about the pairing in the first place and then for Snape to decide to rescure Neville... Brilliant.
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Lex has a thing for body paint--especially during sex.
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Oh, and I'm Rebecca, by the way. But everyone calls me R.
And yes, this will be my third time to Toronto in two months. I'm going broke, but it's fun, lol.
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It's an interesting neighborhood because I've got a professor on one side and drug dealers on the other side of my house. Crazy mix of personalities, incomes and ethnicities.
Fun before funds!
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Nice, man. Well, you have it more exciting than me. I live in a neighbourhood full of old people.
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