Day Seven

I have to admit I'm relieved. Part of me is still a little sore that Montague is still here, but I have to say that I'm terribly pleased with the way it played out. Hermione's been ill, I think; I haven't seen much of her, and I think it was a relief for her to go...and somehow, I think I'd have been heartbroken to have seen Daphne leave. She's been so nice to me...if a little unnerving at times.

Montague though...no, you don't want to hear about it.

The shock! Pansy and I walked into breakfast yesterday to find Harry and Romilda Vane curled up together. It was sordid...and kind of...well, women are awfully sticky aren't they?

This new task is wonderful for me. Chess isn't exactly a sore point...I'm going to enjoy playing against the other housemates, though I'm not sure about this truth or dare. I hope it's not too intense.

Day Three

I didn't have time to write last night... I was so exhausted after all the hard work on the garden that I spent my evening sitting down and enjoying it as the bonfire burned. It was beautiful...but not nearly as beautiful as the creature who sat with me.

Perhaps I'm merely succumbing to the power of the Slytherin femme fatale, but Daphne - that's Daphne Greengrass to those who don't know her - was charming company. She seemed to be genuinely interested in my work in horticulture and herbology...or perhaps that was the champagne talking...

None the less, today was the day that Ginny worked with us a little, teaching us some spells to help with the task. She was amazing...but she's always been amazing. I hope she never reads this.

I've just come back from the diary room...that was a frightening experience. If people don't like me enough I won't have to repeat it. It'd almost be a blessing. Hopefully the people I've nominated will never find out...but...no, it was horrible.

I voted for Draco and Montague; Draco because I've barely seen him for the last three days (I think this is due to our dance last Saturday, mostly), and Montague because...well, we don't agree on most things. Montague is the kind of pureblood who acts like he rules the world, and just because he's rich, that's no excuse. I inherited grandmother's house after the war, so technically I'm rich, but I'm not a coward like he is...someone told me the other day that his family fled the country during the war. I thought it was something like that. I can't stand people who enjoy the freedom that so many people died for without a second thought...

Day One

It's strangely quiet here in the house. The place is in an awful state, and although I've done a couple of cleaning spells on my mattress, it still smells distinctly of cats and filthier things... A little prying has revealed nothing in terms of who I am to be sleeping with in this room for four - I can't help but imagine being alone in the same room as Malfoy, Parkinson and Montague. It'd be horrid, but knowing my luck I could easily end up with all of them.

Still, it appears our task is to clear up this house...an impossible thing, considering that people have already started drinking. This place will be messier before it's tidier, if them as students is any example of their tidiness. There are no house elves hear to clear things up, either, unless Harry's found a way to smuggle in his.

Added to all this, I'm not actually terribly good at household spells. I'm shared in this ineptitude by a number of my housemates, apparently, so my first task will be to find someone who can do them and ask them to teach me a few of the easier spells so that I can get some work done. They might think that I'm a goody goody, but I have to set a good example as a Hogwarts Professor. My students could be watching, and it wouldn't do for them to see a slobbish, stupid drunk on the other side of their screens...

Ah well, I feel it's time to stop writing tonight. There might be a celebration tonight - or a war - but either way I should really be around in case anyone needs me.

General

Name: Neville Longbottom
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Birthday: July 30th 1980
Place of Residence: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Former House: Gryffindor
Current Occupation: Professor of Herbology (However, quite happy to teach a thing or to about History of Magic or Defence Against the Dark Arts)
Bloodline: Pureblood
Monetary Situation: Steady job with paid holidays. Gran left me a lot of money and a house when she died.
Affiliations/Organizations: Caretaker and member of Dumbledore's Army.
Role in the war: Led the underground rebellion (Dumbledore's Army) against Snape's regime at Hogwarts for an entire year. How was I supposed to know he was on our side all along? Protector of the innocent and general warrior for morale. Led the students in the Battle of Hogwarts, faced Voldemort and killed that nasty snake of his. Good riddance.

Appearance

Height: 6,3
Weight: 11 stone 4 (158 pounds)
Eye Colour: Hazel green
Hair Colour & Style: Light brown, tousled, down around my shoulders. I think it makes me look slightly 'rogueish'.
Build: Slighter than average - narrow shoulders and tall from a spurt before my eighteenth birthday.
Skin Colour:
Clothing Style: Teacher's robes; black and dark red and light brown. I don't understand Muggle clothes, they're tight in unfortunate places, and Harry refuses to be of any help.
Distinguishing Marks: Two deep scars on my right cheek and inumerable scars on the rest of my body, although I keep these to myself. Hogwarts was not kind to me.

Family

Parents: Both in St. Mungoes, and still alive, although still both crippled by the Cruciatus curse. I visit as often as my job allows, but I know now that I will never have them back.
Siblings: None.
Children: None.
Brief Family History: I could have been Harry (thank merlin for small graces); instead, not long after the first war ended, my parents were targeted - perhaps they knew where Voldemort had gone. They were tortured by the Lestranges into insanity, and I was brought up by my Gran instead. Nobody in my family thought there was any magic in me at all, until I bounced when Algie accidentally dropped me. He still buys me brilliant Christmas presents to make up for that...

Personality

First Impression (others have of you): I hope that they don't just see me as Harry Potter's friend. I hope I appear rogueish and handsome and devilishly clever. No? Maybe not... But I like to hope so anyway. They probably still think of me as cheeky faced and too-young. Who knows?
Life Philosophy: Anything can be solved with a green thumb.
General Behavior: My general behaviour? I try to get on with as many people as possible...but somehow, even though I try, the Slytherins still don't like me so much. Generally I just try to be nice.
Quirks & Habits: If there's a problem to be solved I think of herbal remedies first. I can't eat anything until I've had a drink. I forget things very, very easily, unless it's important.
Likes: New plants, teaching, visiting my friends, visiting my parents.
Dislikes: Flying, the Cruciatus Curse, going to sleep without a potion, cowards, and people who didn't choose a side in the war. Bellatrix and Rodulphus Lestrange.

Social/Romantic

Close Friendships: Harry, Hermione, Ron, Luna, Ginny.
Known Enemies: Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape
Sexuality: Bisexual. As far as the rumours go, I do -not- do it with plants.
Turn Ons: Um...to be honest, I'm not entirely sure that I know.
Turn Offs: Mirrors, BDSM, Large, broken noses.
Past Relationships: I wouldn't say that taking Ginny to the Yule Ball was really a relationship. I don't think she'd let me. And although everyone seems to think that me and Luna have a lot in common, I'm not so sure. I haven't really had much time for relationships...or maybe I just haven't been looking. I guess I'm still a little insecure in that regard, especially after everything that's happened.
Attitude Toward Sex: *flushes*
Attitude Toward Love: M-maybe. I guess it'd take time, but everyone seems in such a rush nowadays.

The Fun Stuff

Favorite drink order: I can't resist a drop of Firewhiskey or Ogden's Finest now and again.
How many drinks does it take you to get drunk?: More and more each time, sadly.
To pass out face-down in a puddle of lukewarm beer?: I wouldn't know. I tend to get too miserable to go on before that point and go to bed.
Truth or Dare?: Oh, what a horrible question... D-dare I suppose.
Name the three characters you'd most like to bed: Can they read this? Oh, I hope not. Um... Harry,and um...Hermione, maybe, she's always been very nice to me...and maybe Draco, so I can tell stories about him later. That'd teach him a lesson, wouldn't it? Oh! Now look what you've made me do. I bet you all think I'm horrible now. I'm not! I'm just saying! Oh...
Describe your first sexual encounter: I er...I think I'd rather keep that private, if it's all very well. I don't think she'd agree with my saying anything. It was a very tense situation...and dangerous...and the Room provided. Oh no...
Tell us one of your dirty secrets...: Um...I once...don't look at me like that! I once invented my own lubricant...and well, I've never admitted to be good at potions...