Title: Neville Grows Up
Summary: Sometimes people just don't really change all that much. Done for The Growing Up Challenge set by Elledreamer on the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges.
Word Count: 230 words
Disclaimer: I only borrowed Neville for a little spin. I'm putting him back with nary a scratch or bruise.
"Neville! Neville Franklin Longbottom, put down that rubbish and come inside! It's time for dinner!" yelled a stern woman with graying hair.
The boy in question looked sadly at the plant in his hand. "It's aconite, gran."
"I don't care if it's Devil's Snare! You will put it down and come inside immediately!"
The small, blonde haired child, looking crestfallen, placed the plant gently on the ground and walked slowly, head hung, toward the house. "It's an important plant used for potions," he muttered under his breath.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing, Gran," the boy squeaked, and walked quickly past her into the house.
"Neville! Neville Franklin Longbottom, put down that dirty thing and get inside! Your son is about to be born!" yelled a stern and white-haired old woman.
The man looked down regrettably at the plant in his hands. "But it's a flitterbloom, gran. I need to get it back in the ground and labeled."
"I don't care if it's Devil's Snare! You need to put the plant down and come inside with your wife!"
The blonde man sighed, but set the plant on the ground. "That's the point," he mumbled. "It looks like a Devil's Snare plant. It needs to be re-planted and labeled."
"What did you just say?"
"Nothing important, Gran. I'm coming," the man said with another heavy sigh, and walked past her into the house.