HP - Dearth - TN/NL
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Theodore Nott/Neville Longbottom
Dearth
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English derthe, from (assumed) Old English dierth, from dEore dear
1 : scarcity that makes dear; specifically : FAMINE
2 : an inadequate supply : LACK
The back of Neville's hand is rubbing against the back of Theodore's hand through two layers of woolen gloves, and there's no justifiable reason for their hands to be brushing against each other in this manner. It's cold out, true, but they're also covered up in several layers of perfectly acceptable clothing. Nevertheless, they’re standing close enough together that Theodore can count the freckles on Neville’s nose and every time one of them breathes the air around them goes white and hazy. There's far more room in this thicket than their proximity would indicate, and yet Theodore can't be bothered to step away and he knows Neville takes his cues from him, so there is that.
Theodore is simply being pragmatic; this is a matter of body heat. It would never do for them to freeze to death a few hundred yards from school.
There's a branch poking Theodore in his upper back, and his fringe is blowing in his eyes again. His hair is just at that length he's so fond of -- just a smidgen too long to be respectable but too short to be seen as unkempt.
He loves winter in Scotland, the way the wind whips through clothing and makes even the palest skin pink with color. He's grown incredibly tired of people looking as though they were dead -- they’ll have plenty of that soon enough, and he plucks off the gold leaves that have fallen on Neville's cloak absently. He can't abide untidiness.
Neville gives him that crooked grin that's made Theodore's heart skip more than once in the last few weeks, and he wonders what Alexandria would say if he were ever to introduce her to Neville Longbottom. Her first remark would most likely have something to do with the cranberries smeared across Neville's mouth like red lipstick or blood, and Theodore actually pauses before leaning in and licking a wet stripe across Neville's lips.
He’s not terribly fond of cranberries, but he did drag Neville away from his dinner, so some concessions will have to be made.
It never occurs to Theodore that this is wrong in any way, because this is what he wants, and that’s all there is to it. What differentiates him from his Slytherin brothers and sisters is that he wants Neville to be his equal, and he’s not ashamed of him as much as he’s wary of either one of them winding up on the wrong end of a wand in the immediate future.
Neville’s gloved hands slip on Theodore’s robes as he tries to pull him closer, and Theodore doesn’t smile as much as he smirks against Neville’s lips.
Neville’s one of the few boys in their year, apart from Ronald Weasley and Blaise, who are actually taller than Theodore, but this doesn’t stop Neville from resting his head on Theodore’s shoulder.
Theodore pats his head awkwardly, and a sigh escapes comes from somewhere very deep that he tries not to visit on these rare occasions.
Theodore cannot continue these assignations with this boy, and yet, he can't bring himself to say good-bye. The dearth of good things in his life right now makes letting Neville go seem like insanity, and Theodore is many things, but he is no one's fool.
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Improv: off, pluck, death, wrong, slip, kiss, crooked, red
ETN: This story now has a series: The Thousandth Man
circe_tigana because, dude, I am *so* warming up. Theodore Nott/Neville Longbottom
Dearth
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English derthe, from (assumed) Old English dierth, from dEore dear
1 : scarcity that makes dear; specifically : FAMINE
2 : an inadequate supply : LACK
The back of Neville's hand is rubbing against the back of Theodore's hand through two layers of woolen gloves, and there's no justifiable reason for their hands to be brushing against each other in this manner. It's cold out, true, but they're also covered up in several layers of perfectly acceptable clothing. Nevertheless, they’re standing close enough together that Theodore can count the freckles on Neville’s nose and every time one of them breathes the air around them goes white and hazy. There's far more room in this thicket than their proximity would indicate, and yet Theodore can't be bothered to step away and he knows Neville takes his cues from him, so there is that.
Theodore is simply being pragmatic; this is a matter of body heat. It would never do for them to freeze to death a few hundred yards from school.
There's a branch poking Theodore in his upper back, and his fringe is blowing in his eyes again. His hair is just at that length he's so fond of -- just a smidgen too long to be respectable but too short to be seen as unkempt.
He loves winter in Scotland, the way the wind whips through clothing and makes even the palest skin pink with color. He's grown incredibly tired of people looking as though they were dead -- they’ll have plenty of that soon enough, and he plucks off the gold leaves that have fallen on Neville's cloak absently. He can't abide untidiness.
Neville gives him that crooked grin that's made Theodore's heart skip more than once in the last few weeks, and he wonders what Alexandria would say if he were ever to introduce her to Neville Longbottom. Her first remark would most likely have something to do with the cranberries smeared across Neville's mouth like red lipstick or blood, and Theodore actually pauses before leaning in and licking a wet stripe across Neville's lips.
He’s not terribly fond of cranberries, but he did drag Neville away from his dinner, so some concessions will have to be made.
It never occurs to Theodore that this is wrong in any way, because this is what he wants, and that’s all there is to it. What differentiates him from his Slytherin brothers and sisters is that he wants Neville to be his equal, and he’s not ashamed of him as much as he’s wary of either one of them winding up on the wrong end of a wand in the immediate future.
Neville’s gloved hands slip on Theodore’s robes as he tries to pull him closer, and Theodore doesn’t smile as much as he smirks against Neville’s lips.
Neville’s one of the few boys in their year, apart from Ronald Weasley and Blaise, who are actually taller than Theodore, but this doesn’t stop Neville from resting his head on Theodore’s shoulder.
Theodore pats his head awkwardly, and a sigh escapes comes from somewhere very deep that he tries not to visit on these rare occasions.
Theodore cannot continue these assignations with this boy, and yet, he can't bring himself to say good-bye. The dearth of good things in his life right now makes letting Neville go seem like insanity, and Theodore is many things, but he is no one's fool.
-end-
Improv: off, pluck, death, wrong, slip, kiss, crooked, red
ETN: This story now has a series: The Thousandth Man
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Date: 2004-10-15 03:57 pm (UTC)He's grown incredible tired of people looking as though they were dead, they’ll have plenty of that soon enough, and he plucks off the gold leaves that have fallen on Neville's cloak absently -- he can't abide untidiness.
::flies to wherever the hell you live and makes out with you then sits on your knee to warm you up further::
Just right, dude.
the sigh that escapes come from somewhere very deep that he tries not to visit on these rare occasions.
I am replete.
small typo: he wants Neville to be in equal
I need to make myself a Nott icon.
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Date: 2004-10-16 02:30 pm (UTC)small typo: he wants Neville to be in equal
It's not one of my stories without at least one typo ;)
::pets icon::
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Date: 2004-10-15 04:10 pm (UTC)I have a strange affinity for the word "assignation". It's slightly naughty, in a very proper way. I wanna have one.
*ahem*
Anyway, this drabble is a bit like a Scottish winter - bare, and coldly clean, and bracing. If that makes sense, which it may possibly only to me.
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Date: 2004-10-16 02:37 pm (UTC)Anyway, this drabble is a bit like a Scottish winter - bare, and coldly clean, and bracing. If that makes sense, which it may possibly only to me.
Dude, have I experienced the Scottish winter, it makes perfect sense to me.
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Date: 2004-10-15 04:16 pm (UTC)Oh. Oh oh oh. There are good things in store for us. Yes.
This is a very good thing.
I'm a tad sleepy, so I'm even less eloquent than usual just now, but. Eeeeeee!
*happy sigh*
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Date: 2004-10-16 02:39 pm (UTC)She made me icons, it made me kind of excitable.
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Date: 2004-10-15 04:19 pm (UTC)Mm. Epitome of Slytherin. I love it.
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Date: 2004-10-16 02:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-15 06:49 pm (UTC)I adore your piece because not only does it has a beautiful Neville, it has this He’s not terribly fond of cranberries, but he did drag Neville away from his dinner, so some concessions will have to be made.
le sigh.
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Date: 2004-10-16 02:41 pm (UTC)ICONS
Date: 2004-10-15 06:51 pm (UTC)Re: ICONS
Date: 2004-10-16 11:49 am (UTC)*loves all over Circe*
Look at the precious!
It's all mine!mine!mine!
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Date: 2004-10-15 07:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-16 02:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-15 07:57 pm (UTC)There are no words for how much I love this. I love this. I do I do I do. So much character and charm and sweet and GUH. I cna die now. Thank you for this.
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Date: 2004-10-16 02:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2004-10-15 08:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-16 02:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-16 09:21 am (UTC)i made my way here through
Theodore Nott's character has been so intriguing after Rowling spilled the story on him, and i don't particularly know (or care) if you're going on what she said, but the Nott has just pulled me in even more.
and Neville too (though...he's always been appealing).
you write beautifully.
i just wanted to tell you that :)
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Date: 2004-10-16 02:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-16 09:52 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-10-16 12:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-16 02:47 pm (UTC)Ignore me, I'm just a lurker.
Date: 2004-10-16 03:30 pm (UTC)It never occurs to Theodore that this is wrong in any way, because this is what he wants, and that’s all there is to it. What differentiates him from his Slytherin brothers and sisters is that he wants Neville to be his equal, and he’s not ashamed of him as much as he’s wary of either one of them winding up on the wrong end of a wand in the immediate future.(/i>
I love this. It's such a lovely little window into Theodore's mind. This is really pretty gem of fanfiction.
Re: Ignore me, I'm just a lurker.
Date: 2004-10-16 03:32 pm (UTC)Re: Ignore me, I'm just a lurker.
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Date: 2004-10-16 05:12 pm (UTC)No, just his own fool. Oh, this is excellent. I now have Nott!bunnies running around my head, and it's all thanks to you. I love this, Theordore's coolness, Neville's head against his shoulder. The phrase perfectly acceptable clothing. Excellent!
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Date: 2004-10-18 10:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-16 09:58 pm (UTC)Hell.
I thought, when I added this fic to my To Read folder, that it'd end up being one of those really amazing fics that make me want more fics like it with the pairing, and I'd die for them, but never find them, and slowly wither away pining for N/T-ness, as I have in the past with Draco/Remus. OMG, was I right!
Which means that you simply must save all of us that you have made N/T shippers with this one short fic, and write more! :D Especially because Theodore is canon!not-destined-to-be-a-Death-Eater, and therefore deserves exploring more.
Finally, thank you so very, very much!
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Date: 2004-10-18 11:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2004-10-17 10:49 am (UTC)You people have fecking RUINED me.
It never occurs to Theodore that this is wrong in any way, because this is what he wants, and that’s all there is to it.
HA! And that is why.
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Date: 2004-10-18 11:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-17 12:48 pm (UTC)I love how you've made Theodore a mix of locic and emotion. (and to desire Neville as an equal. wow)
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Date: 2004-10-18 11:01 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2004-10-17 04:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-18 11:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-20 09:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-25 01:42 pm (UTC)I've finally figured out why it is that I'm so fascinated with Theodore (aside from circe and your writing a'course), it's his matter-of-fact nature. He knows that he's on a different side than most people (one which he would not consider 'evil' per say), but he really doesn't see why he can't manipulate *both* sides. A proto-Sark for the Wizard world one might say.
apart from Ronald Weasley and Blaise
Such a small bit, but so perfectly Theodore-ish.
I'm so far behind with the reading and such, but I'm so v glad I bookmarked this. Thanks for sharing the Nott love!
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Date: 2004-11-07 01:04 pm (UTC)Just beautiful!
I love it!
...and now I am also a Theodore/Neville shipper! XD
*goes to Interests*
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Date: 2004-11-11 11:30 am (UTC)The way that you convey their relationship in such sad, quiet, longing way is really quite beautiful.
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Date: 2004-12-04 03:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-14 05:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-14 12:59 pm (UTC)He's grown incredibly tired of people looking as though they were dead -- they’ll have plenty of that soon enough, and he plucks off the gold leaves that have fallen on Neville's cloak absently. He can't abide untidiness. ... just great, this is my favourite sentence from this story. I adore the subtlety of your storytelling! And I'll definitely read more of this series, and anything else by you. *in awe*