[P] Top Meadow[1][1]

[Roslyn Levere]

"Sometimes I draw, paint, write..." *Shrugging, Roslyn closed her eyes.* "Whatever mood I'm in. Though you've probably never heard of a sketchbook. It's one of the many muggle things, most magical folks know nothing about." She wasn't trying to be rude. It was just a fact. Most Purebloods considered themselves ' above ' muggles. As for the rest of the magical world? Well they weren't very interested in things that didn't involve some type of magic.

*Feeling him stareing, Roslyn opened her eyes. Her gaze locking with Nevilles, and smiled sweetly.* "I wouldn't mind showing you my sketches, if you ever wanted to stop by."

[Neville Longbottom]

*Nods, confident he understands what a sketchbook is now.*

You mean, a canvas?

*Furrows his brows*

But one you can take with you everywhere...

*Doesn't take the comment too personally, or tries not to, since he knows there's loads more stuff that Muggles don't know about wizards than vice-versa. He smiles at her suggestion.*

I'd...like that, Ros...

*Doesn't know if she likes nick-names*

..lyn. Yeah, er- Roslyn. I bet you're pretty good, right?

[Roslyn Levere]

"I'd like to think I am, however I'll leave that up to you to decide." *Laughing, Roslyn raised an eyebrow.* "Rose is fine, Neville. I don't mind nicknames."

*Closing her eyes once again, Roslyn sighed, finding it hard to completly relax against the hard wood.*

[Neville Longbottom]

*Swallows the lump in his throat at her expression. He's not really believing a witch as pretty as Roslyn is staying in his company of her own free will.*

I bet you're wicked at it, I really do.

*Smiles.*

That looks terribly comfortable, mate. Budge over, I want to lean against the scratchy wood too!

*Playfully pokes her side, wanting her to sit up so he can slip one arm around her. That way, she doesn't have to worry about the bark.*

[Roslyn Levere]

*Giggleing, Roslyn sat up quickly out of reflexes, as he found a ticklish spot* "Hey! It isn't very nice to poke people. Especially when they're as tickleish as I am."

*Pouting playfully, Roslyn slid over slightly, so that Neville could rest his head next to hers* "To be honest Neville...I'd like to hear more about you. What are your hobbies?"

[Neville Longbottom]

*Laughs, loving the way she makes being ticklish seem cute. He honestly never knew that was possible. As she sits up, he tucks his arm behind her, over her shoulders and gently pulls her towards him. She asks about his hobbies and his expression slips from happy to contemplative as he thinks of what to say.*

I like to think I'm more comfortable than that tree, for starters!

*Chuckles, the tips of his ears turning a pinkish colour.*

Actually, I'm into Herbology.

*He holds up the book she found for him with one hand, grinning.*

At school, it was my favourite subject, and I was pretty good at it too. I like helping others, sometimes I wonder if I should talk to Profes- Headmaster- Snape like you said I should.

*Shrugs.*

I probably will, in the end. Herbology means that much to me! I don't really like flying much, First Year was a disaster-

*Snaps his mouth shut, thinking he's rattling on too much. However, he finishes his sentence anyways.*

-and I wasn't that good at Transfiguration...or Divination.

*Looks up, into the stars.*

What about you?

[Roslyn Levere]

Roslyn's head was in the clouds, as she could only barely hear what Neville was saying. She wasn't paying much attention, too caught up in the the moment. Neville was right, she decided. He was much more comfortable than the tree. *Roslyn stiffled a laugh at that thought, leaning against Neville, and laying her head on his chest.* His warmth wrapped around her, quickly chasing away the chill of the wind.

*Realzing he was talking to her, Roslyn was silent for a moment, going over what he said* "I was really into Quidditch. Only because I loved the thrill of flying. My time was mostly consumed with that, and studying. Which is the main reason I ended up in Ravenclaw."

*Sighing, Roslyn smiled as memories of her days at Hogwarts, came back to her* "My studiouse habbits paid off. I passed almost all my classes with flying colors. However the downside is, I didn't have many friends."

[Neville Longbottom]

*Scoffs and looks down at the witch in his arms. He hopes she doesn't feel the need to move anytime soon, because he thinks she fits perfectly right where she is.*

And you still did better than me, Rose!

*Smiles, able to laugh at most of the memories from Hogwarts, when he was a chaotic accident waiting to happen.*

I didn't pass my classes with flying colours, and I still didn't have that many friends.

*Pauses, realizing that statement probably came out in a different way than what he meant.*

Well, I had friends-

*Pictures Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Luna as his smile grows.*

-yeah, I had 'em. But not that many.

*Chuckles at his communication issues at the moment.*

They're my best friends, but they're all I had. So, I didn't have too many, yet they were terribly important. Especially since they were still friends with me after I almost dropped whatever potion we were doing on 'Mione's textbook in the middle of class...

[Roslyn Levere]

*Smiling, Roslyn looked up at Neville, his light eyes shining in his happiness.* She wanted this moment to last, perfectly content to stay there in his arms.

*Roslyn's eyes drooped, as sleep pulled at her. She didn't fight it. Loving the thought of falling asleep to Neville's soft voice.* The meadow, and everything else seemed to slowly dissappear, as Roslyn slipped into a quiet slumber.

[Neville Longbottom]

*Spends a few moments in silence looking up at the stars. He's biting his lip to keep from laughing as he realizes he's put Roslyn to sleep. After a while of enjoying the peace, and the feel of her in his arms, he gently and reluctantly nudges her side, trying to wake her up.*

C'mon, Rose. Time to get you to bed, lazy bum.

*Smiles, wondering if she knows how beautiful she is when she's asleep.*

_{Just when she's asleep? Nah, all the time.}

[Roslyn Levere]

*Slowly opening her eyes, Roslyn yawned once again, before pulling away from Neville. Her mind still clouded with sleep.* "Okay...ready when you are, Nev."

*Rising to her feet, Roslyn wobbled slightly, still unsteady.* She was so sleepy, she couldn't even find the will to be embarressed. Silently thankful, or else she'd probably be red as a cherry.

[Neville Longbottom]

*Watches her attempt to stand on her own, and he jumps up from the ground when it looks like she's about to topple over. He slips one arm around her waist and holds her up, grinning.*

So, where are we goin' then, Rose?

*Has no idea where she lives, so is unable to Apparate her home on his own.*

[Roslyn Levere]

"To my place, I suppose. I only live a block from the three broomsticks." *Reaching up to rub her eyes, Roslyn forced herself to remain upright.* "It's alright, Neville. I'll be fine, you can head home if you'd like."

*Holding back a deep yawn, Roslyn smiled.* "I don't want to become a burden.."

[Neville Longbottom]

*A mental map of the area around the Three Broomsticks instantly unfolds at the mention of the pub. He shakes his head, seeing the state she's in. If she can barely stand up on her own, how in the world will he know she gets home safely unless he escorts her?*

I'll go with you, just to make sure you don't topple over in the middle of Hogsmeade at least. I've heard the ground at this time of year isn't really that pleasant to sleep on, of course.

*Smiles, waiting for her to Disapparate. Knowing his luck, he'd probably end up on the wrong side of the little village if he does it on his own.*

Don't worry, you're not a burden to me.

_{And I don't think you ever will be.}

[Roslyn Levere]

*Touched that he was so concerned, Roslyn nodded slightly, and turned sharply.* In a flash, they had dissaparated, and were off to her home.